It hits a sweet spot between practical guide and spiritual self-examination. While Marie Kondo is short on elaborate philosophies (thank goodness) you are left in no doubt that ridding your house of clutter will also open up spiritual spaces within, clearing your mind and feelings, and giving you access to vistas of self-knowledge unoccluded by worries about where you put that-thing-you-came-into-the-room-for-bu
Kondo herself seems a slightly frightening person, and I'm glad that I wasn't one of her hapless siblings, on whose rooms she practised (uninvited) her skills in throwing things away throughout their childhoods. Still, their losses are my gain - if discarding can be called a gain. (And in the world of Marie Kondo, it definitely can.)
I've already filled three bin bags with clutter from my (small) wardrobe, and it looks much the better for it, especially with the remaining clothes folded in the approved manner for neat storage and easy access.
But that was just an exploratory sortie. Tidying the Kondo way resembles nothing so much as editing a book - a strangely addictive and masochistic pleasure, and one that I fear will leave me shivering, naked and alone in an empty house, with only the voice of Marie Kondo for company. Will it have been worth it, after all?
I say, yes!