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| Original Title: | Pe culmile disperării |
| ISBN: | 0226106713 (ISBN13: 9780226106717) |
| Edition Language: | English |
Emil M. Cioran
Paperback | Pages: 128 pages Rating: 4.2 | 4563 Users | 275 Reviews
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| Title | : | On the Heights of Despair |
| Author | : | Emil M. Cioran |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Anniversary Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 128 pages |
| Published | : | October 1st 1996 by University of Chicago Press (first published 1933) |
| Categories | : | Philosophy. Nonfiction. European Literature. Romanian Literature. Writing. Essays |
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Born of a terrible insomnia—"a dizzying lucidity which would turn even paradise into hell"—this book presents the youthful Emil Cioran, a self-described "Nietzsche still complete with his Zarathustra, his poses, his mystical clown's tricks, a whole circus of the heights." On the Heights of Despair shows Cioran's first grappling with themes he would return to in his mature works: despair and decay, absurdity and alienation, futility and the irrationality of existence. It also presents Cioran as a connoisseur of apocalypse, a theoretician of despair, for whom writing and philosophy both share the "lyrical virtues" that alone lead to a metaphysical revelation. "No modern writer twists the knife with Cioran's dexterity. . . . His writing . . . is informed with the bitterness of genuine compassion."—Bill Marx, Boston Phoenix "The dark, existential despair of Romanian philosopher Cioran's short meditations is paradoxically bracing and life-affirming. . . . Puts him in the company of Nietzsche and Kierkegaard."—Publishers Weekly, starred review "This is self-pity as epigram, the sort of dyspeptic pronouncement that gets most people kicked out of bed but that has kept Mr. Cioran going for the rest of his life."—Judith Shulevitz, New York Times Book ReviewRating Of Books On the Heights of Despair
Ratings: 4.2 From 4563 Users | 275 ReviewsWrite-Up Of Books On the Heights of Despair
After Schopenhauer, Nietzsche. Cioran is next in line ( was going to say in the gang rape, he he ho but let's make it a consensual one...) for my beloveds my agents provacateurs the main males in my mind. however you'd like to hear it. Brilliant brilliant.The most relentlessly-pessimistic author not to have killed himself and, therefore, the writer of our only true solace: We need not waste time seeking solace. Warning to optimists: Reading E.M. Cioran's work may kill you.
Cioran's particular brand of melancholy fatalism sours any sort of existential insight that can be had from this book.Laid out as a series of short, topical essays ranging in length from small paragraphs to a few pages, each is a snapshot or distillation of Cioran's views on despair, death, and lyricism.While he makes some lambent points, especially with concern to the often hubristic certitude of philosophers, he makes an even greater number of absurd points. All the while, his self-absorbed,
I can say I don't agree on most of the ideas in this book and I wonder how can someone live like this? Thinking no one ever does an altruistic gesture and vices being the best thing to have, otherwise you're boring?! I do understand him at some points, as pessimism and depression are opaque and subjective feelings you can hardly see through... Unbelievable but among all that pessimism I could find some optimism, paradoxically (as he keeps repeating! The beginning and the ending have kind of
First off, I should say that Cioran is a total fucker, with no capability of dealing with the world apparently. However, this is one of the most poignant books I've ever read. Not only does he write like an angel, this will immediately resonate with anyone who has ever experienced crippling, perpetual depression. Read this one in a fit of anomie and contempt. Probably as good a time as any.
I do think I may have finally found a philosopher whose work I can not only relate to but utterly enjoy. I blew through this one in under 24 hours, and thoroughly loved it. Like J.K. Huysmans, H.P. Lovecraft, and Thomas Ligotti (in fact, it was through Ligotti that I first ever even heard of Cioran), this E.M. Cioran transforms ennui, despair and cosmic pessimism into pure poisonous poetry. My only "problem" with the book was I had to keep pausing from my reading to jot down a line that I found
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