I have a copy too. It angers me to read it.
Pirsig strikes me as self-centered, self-absorbed and self-indulgent. He put his family through Hell while he toyed with the whirling dervishes he invented in his head.
Screw him.
There were many whirling dervish folks in the 60's and 70's.
That's a great old motorcycle; the Honda Hawk started a trend.
A characteristic of the mystic leftie writer. Look at the mutants that populate "On the Road", as worthless a book as I've ever read.