Ecce Nietzsche
Neven Sesardic
(Lingnan University, Hong Kong:
sesardic@ln.edu.hk)
Soon after the boy was born, to Carl and Franziska Nietzsche, the parents planned his career: he will become a preacher!
But he disliked the idea, and eventually ran for cover, deciding, ill-advisedly, to be a wisdom lover.
His first book, The Birth of Tragedy, didn’t end up well for Fritz. It was completely rubbished by Ulrich von Wilamowitz.
Nietzsche was quite pissed off, at one point he even said “Shit!” But fortunately his other book soon became a great hit.
Also sprach Zarathustra brought him enormous glory, and even after hundred years it’s still a success story.
Its most shocking announcement is certainly the death of God, the cause of his demise unknown. Perhaps it’s the firing squad?
Then there’s eternal recurrence, another bombastic claim. Then there’s eternal recurrence, another bombastic claim…
Philosophers bang their heads about what he meant to say, but the idea is really simple: something like the Groundhog Day.
His earth-shattering concept well known to every fan is of course the notion of Übermensch, or superman.
But watch out, you’re mistaken about Nietzsche’s true intent if you think he had in mind somebody like—Clark Kent.
Another catchy idea is no doubt the will to power; if you don’t understand it try reading some Schopenhauer.
Recalling Nietzsche’s face, specially his mega moustache, he did look as if he was heading for a nasty mental crash.
He suffered from egomania and delusion of grandeur, although this may have been just his desperate cri de coeur.
He thought his major works had a huge audience to reach, and should be translated in all languages a million copies in each.
The crisis came to a head with someone whipping a horse, a behavior that Nietzsche could in no way endorse.
He wept and hugged the animal throwing himself around its neck. After that event he never played again with a full deck.
Then his sister Lizzie took him in her care, but meddled with his texts changing bits, here and there.
For all Nietzsche’s admirers this circumstance is pure bliss, since any embarrassing passage can now be blamed on sis!