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In the beginning, the goddess and the god created the earth as a nursery for the coming birth of their twins, but the goddess died in childbirth. Many years later, she is resurrected only to find that her loved ones have killed each other. In her grief and rage, she blames the earth for her tragedy and is determined to destroy it. Awna, the sorceress, pits herself against the raging goddess to save creation from divine destruction. Can a heart hardened by anger and obsessed with revenge ever be redeemed or must it be destroyed?… (plus d'informations)
Ludwig Wittgenstein is one of the most intriguing and enigmatic figures of 20th century European philosophy. And Bertrand Russell one of the most erudite, moreover an icon of rational logic. I knew that much before I started this book, and that both giants are the protagonists of course creates some expectations. But let me be clear right away: unfortunately they have not been fully met, in the end I even got a slight feeling of disappointment. Mind you, I don't want to undervalue Bruce Duffy's ‘tour de force’: he does introduce us to the rather eventful lives of both gentlemen, and makes a serious attempt to explain their philosophical (and other) work from the perspective of their life course. And it is certainly creditable that he uses an intermediate form between biography and fiction, which gives his story the necessary dramatic and entertaining effects. But still, I was a bit underwhelmed.
For starters, staging Bertrand Russell as the absolute opposite of Wittgenstein feels a little forced. Agreed, superficially they have were antipodes in both their work and their lives: the rationalist Russell who sought out (and got a kick out of) worldly fame, versus the complex, barely comprehensible and man-shy Wittgenstein. Duffy emphasizes the small sides of Russell very strongly: his arrogant self-righteousness, his vanity and jealousy and his womanizing are given ample attention, with the reader having difficulty suppressing some derogatory sniggering. On the other hand, he clearly puts the constantly struggling Wittgenstein on a pedestal: without discussion he is the real hero of the story, who constantly shows that Emperor Russell (and with him Western philosophy) walks without clothes. But I might be doing Duffy a little injustice here: the interaction with the apparently more colorless, more earthy philosopher George Moore is a good find to make both Wittgenstein and Russell stand out, although Moore's bedtime conversations with his wife are little more than glorified gossip.
Personally, I especially found the second part, which zooms in on Wittgenstein's traumatic experiences in the trenches of the First World War, the most interesting and the most successful. Duffy does well in explaining how Wittgenstein's foundations, which were not already made of rock, were further smashed to smithereens. That war experience – together with his complex family history and his suppressed Jewish and gay identity – seems, according to Duffy, to be the most decisive element in Wittgenstein's wayward path away from rationalistic Western philosophy. It is a pity that after this second part this book noticeably loses its suspense and even bleeds to death a bit towards the end. At that moment I also noticed that I hadn't really learned that much about the thinking of Wittgenstein and Russell. So I rate this with a rather flattering 2.5 stars, because – after all - it is about 2 giants of Western philosophy. ( )
It's not biography, but because it is very well researched, there's the thrill of just what is exactly true an where the fiction starts. It gets you real 'up close and personal' to a few very great but weird minds of the 20th century. Where Wittgenstein is mostly dark and tragic, tense and lonely, Russel is depicted in a sometimes quite hilarious way, adding a lighter note to the book. After reading, one thing is clear: even the great minds are just people. ( )
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If I wrote a book called The World as I Found It, I should have to include a report on my body, and should have to say which parts were subordinate to my will, and which were not, etc., this being a method of isolating the subject, or rather of showing that in an important sense there is no subject; for it alone could not be mentioned in that book.—
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The philosopher loved the flicks, periodically needing to empty himself in that laving river of light in which he could openly gape and forget.
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Just before he died, Wittgenstein said to Mrs. Bevins, Tell everyone that I've had a wonderful life. Of course, it wasn't like him to exaggerate, and his friends found it troubling that he would say this. To them, Wittgenstein's life seemed many things, but not wonderful, and in the end they did not know if he had merely been trying to put them at ease or if in fact he had found his troubled life wonderful. But this, in any case, is what he said.
In the beginning, the goddess and the god created the earth as a nursery for the coming birth of their twins, but the goddess died in childbirth. Many years later, she is resurrected only to find that her loved ones have killed each other. In her grief and rage, she blames the earth for her tragedy and is determined to destroy it. Awna, the sorceress, pits herself against the raging goddess to save creation from divine destruction. Can a heart hardened by anger and obsessed with revenge ever be redeemed or must it be destroyed?
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For starters, staging Bertrand Russell as the absolute opposite of Wittgenstein feels a little forced. Agreed, superficially they have were antipodes in both their work and their lives: the rationalist Russell who sought out (and got a kick out of) worldly fame, versus the complex, barely comprehensible and man-shy Wittgenstein. Duffy emphasizes the small sides of Russell very strongly: his arrogant self-righteousness, his vanity and jealousy and his womanizing are given ample attention, with the reader having difficulty suppressing some derogatory sniggering. On the other hand, he clearly puts the constantly struggling Wittgenstein on a pedestal: without discussion he is the real hero of the story, who constantly shows that Emperor Russell (and with him Western philosophy) walks without clothes. But I might be doing Duffy a little injustice here: the interaction with the apparently more colorless, more earthy philosopher George Moore is a good find to make both Wittgenstein and Russell stand out, although Moore's bedtime conversations with his wife are little more than glorified gossip.
Personally, I especially found the second part, which zooms in on Wittgenstein's traumatic experiences in the trenches of the First World War, the most interesting and the most successful. Duffy does well in explaining how Wittgenstein's foundations, which were not already made of rock, were further smashed to smithereens. That war experience – together with his complex family history and his suppressed Jewish and gay identity – seems, according to Duffy, to be the most decisive element in Wittgenstein's wayward path away from rationalistic Western philosophy. It is a pity that after this second part this book noticeably loses its suspense and even bleeds to death a bit towards the end. At that moment I also noticed that I hadn't really learned that much about the thinking of Wittgenstein and Russell. So I rate this with a rather flattering 2.5 stars, because – after all - it is about 2 giants of Western philosophy. ( )