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Hans Olde, from “Der kranke Nietzsche” (“The ill Nietzsche”), June\u2013August 1899. Goethe- und Schiller-Archiv Weimar.<\/p><\/div>\n

After two vodka tonics and a cosmo, my ninety-year-old grandmother lifts her glass and says, \u201cBut you know that Nietzsche is my boyfriend?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe is?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s my boyfriend.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s all right\u2014we\u2019ve shared boyfriends before. The actor Javier Bardem. Errol Louis, anchor at NY1. Her new neighbor. Her many doctors. She tells me that Nietzsche is her boyfriend because Nietzsche also hates the German composer Richard Wagner. I tell her Nietzsche hates a lot of people. She nods. \u201cThat\u2019s good in a man.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Earlier in our dinner I’d mentioned I was finally reading Nietzsche\u2019s <\/span>Twilight of the Idols <\/span><\/i>and <\/span>The Antichrist<\/span><\/i>\u2014two white-hot texts that serve, in part, as the ecstatic summation of much of Nietzsche\u2019s previous work. Both works glow with special invective. The usual targets are abused (Socrates, Kant, et cetera). So are George Sand, George Eliot, and, of course, generally happy people: \u201cNothing could make us less envious than \u2026 the plump happiness of a clean conscience.” It\u2019s in <\/span>Twilight <\/span><\/i>that Nietzsche announces, \u201cThe man who has renounced war has renounced a grand life.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Would he be a good boyfriend? He\u2019d be a fierce one, often railing at the \u201cradical and mortal hostility to sensuality.\u201d He\u2019d remind you: \u201cWhen a man is in love he endures more than at any other time; he submits to anything.\u201d Would he wink? Probably not.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Freud claimed, apparently, that Nietzsche \u201chad a more penetrating knowledge of himself than any man who ever lived or was likely to live.\u201d In these final writings it is clearer than ever how Nietzsche\u2019s “hate” evolves out of a prolonged annoyance at knowing people\u2014and history and philosophical systems\u2014better than they know themselves. You sense the loneliness of this awareness. Nietzsche needs his supernatural, self-generating heat, lest his flame down there wither in the wild pits of instinct. (\u201cNothing ever succeeds which exuberant spirits have not helped to produce.\u201d) If he was your lover, he\u2019d remind you, his torch high, that \u201cone must be superior to mankind in force, in loftiness of soul\u2014in contempt.\u201d Those who cannot achieve this are \u201cmerely mankind.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I look at my grandmother, whose awareness\u2014as Nietzsche might recommend\u2014seems to recede from the outside world as it advances internally. She closes her eyes. I think she\u2019s slipped under when she points at me. \u201cFirst it\u2019s our Spanish fellow. Then that other fellow. Then Nietzsche.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014Sophie Madeline Dess, author of \u201cZalmanovs<\/a>\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

A friend whose taste I trust recently recommended Denton Welch\u2019s 1945 novel <\/span>In Youth Is Pleasure<\/span><\/i>, <\/span>a beautiful little book and one of my favorite discoveries of 2022. Welch\u2019s writing is impressionistic, playful, homoerotic, dreamy, often hilarious, and at times ecstatic. What plot there is centers on the fifteen-year-old Orvil Pym, who is spending the summer holiday with his father and brothers at a hotel in Surrey several years before the outbreak of World War II. Orvil\u2019s mother has died; his feelings for his siblings and for his father (who has bestowed upon him the nickname \u201cMicrobe\u201d) range from vague fondness to childish terror and loathing. Often Orvil is left alone. He eats p\u00eache Melba (\u201c\u2018It\u2019s like a celluloid cupid doll\u2019s behind,\u2019 said Orvil to himself. \u2018This cupid doll has burst open and is pouring out lovely snow and great big clots of blood\u2019\u201d); he spies jealously on a schoolmaster reading <\/span>Jane Eyre<\/span><\/i> to two boys, one of whom appears to be taking a particular kind of gratification from the experience; he desecrates a church with libidinal glee, throwing himself on a brass statue and kissing its face \u201cjuicily.\u201d At the end of the day, Orvil always seems to be consuming oozing cakes in the hotel dining room, dressed in mud-stained clothes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

This is a lonely book, and a remarkable one for the way in which its sensuality emerges: from inside this loneliness. Orvil takes an aesthete\u2019s pleasure in the physical world but also in the eruptions of his own consciousness; much of the novel\u2019s eroticism arises from his encounters with a kind of other within the self. Desire, enchantment, the delights of reverie and of metaphor\u2014these spring from within. Floating alone along a river, Orvil thinks, \u201cI\u2019m like one of those Baked Alaskas \u2026 one of those lovely puddings of ice-cream and hot sponge.\u201d Here, loneliness can be devastating, mischievous, grotesque, monstrous, thrilling\u2014but it is never grim.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014Avigayl Sharp, author of \u201c<\/b>Uncontrollable, Irrelevant<\/b><\/a>\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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