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Nietzsche (I remember the spelling as ‘Niet’ being a bit like a Russian negative, ‘tz’ being a pleasantly electric noise, and ‘sch’ being a common series of letters in German (and I pronounce it neecher – neechy is ridiculous)) is one of my favourite writers, beating most of my favourite novelists without even bothering to make stuff up. I don’t read philosophy books, as a rule, but I only had to glance at the photocopied pages from Beyond Good And Evil and Human, All Too Human that we’d been given at uni, and suddenly it was 4am and I was buried in the full texts online.
We all know some Nietzsche, of course. You’re thinking of “God is dead,” but there’s also “That which does not kill me makes me stronger.” I like “Without music, life would be an error,” and “Plato is boring.”
The Origin Of The Species came out when Nietzsche was fifteen, so mankind had just understood itself for the first time since its inception. That’s what “God is dead,” meant, that the Enlightenment was underway and religion was no longer our best source of knowledge. He realised it hadn’t sunk in yet, and rather cleverly he didn’t say it himself – he wrote a passage in The Gay Science about a ‘madman’ who ran into a village shouting this over and over. |