I read these books not because I planned on following them literally, but because I was moving and I wanted to bias myself towards getting rid of stuff rather than keeping stuff. This was a good plan that I recommend to anyone with similar goals. Having a little voice in the back of your head saying “If it doesn’t spark joy you are morally obligated to throw it out” is a great counterpoint to your inner hoarder. Now on to the epistemics.
These books are weirdly calming, because they’re so confidently wrong. There’s no hedging, no complications, no conception that other people might operate differently than her, just her opinion/the right way to do things, which are one and the same. I spend all day around people with very complicated models they are very tentative about, and it was relaxing to see someone fully commit to something. Plus if something is almost true, it’s stressful to disagree with it. If it’s so clearly wrong and not considering other options, disagreeing feels easy.
Kondo actually walks back a lot of the wrongness in the second book. For example, she acknowledges that there are practical things you need to keep even if they don’t fill you with delight.
I think I also enjoyed the books because Mari Kondo and I have the same ultimate goal: human flourishing. She has fixated on tidyness as the base of the pyramid that ends in utopia, and she’s doing what she can to make that happen. Aside from her initial assumption that tidyness will fix everything wrong with your life, I agree with all of her logical steps.