“A love of Cioran creates an urge to press his writing into someone’s hand, and is followed by an equal urge to pull it away as poison.”—The New Yorker
In this volume, which reaffirms the uncompromising brilliance of his mind, Cioran strips the human condition down to its most basic components, birth and death, suggesting that disaster lies not in the prospect of death but in the fact of birth, "that laughable accident." In the lucid, aphoristic style that characterizes his work, Cioran writes of time and death, God and religion, suicide and suffering, and the temptation to silence. Through sharp observation and patient contemplation, Cioran cuts to the heart of the human experience.
“In the company of Nietzsche and Kierkegaard."—Publishers Weekly
"No modern writer twists the knife with Cioran's dexterity. . . . His writing . . . is informed with the bitterness of genuine compassion."—Boston Phoenix
Wow
"I just got the book I haven’t read it yet, but damn is the book crusty the cover is about to peel off. I have no idea where to write a review on how badly damaged this book is so I’m a write it here the edges are crusty too. I also ordered another book and the edges were damaged, like if y’all are gonna work work properly do your job properly I don’t know why y’all be sending me crusty ass books."
