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'I am not a man, I am dynamite.'Ecce Homo is an autobiography like no other. Deliberately provocative, Nietzsche subverts the conventions of the genre and pushes his philosophical positions to combative extremes, constructing a genius-hero whose life is a chronicle of incessant self-overcoming. Written in 1888, a few weeks beforehis descent into madness, the book sub-titled 'How To Become What You Are' passes under review all Nietzsche's previous works so that we, his 'posthumous' readers, can finally understand him aright, on his own terms. He reaches final reckonings with his many enemies - Richard Wagner, Germannationalism, 'modern men' in general - and above all Christianity, proclaiming himself the Antichrist. Ecce Homo is the summation of an extraordinary philosophical career, a last great testament to Nietzsche's will.… (more)
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If I hadn't read any Nietzsche before, and this was my introduction to him, then I probably wouldn't have formed a very favourable opinion of him, either as a character, a philosopher, or a writer. Chapter titles such as: "Why I Am So Clever" and "Why I Write Such Good Books", are not likely to impress a reader yet to be convinced of the genius of the author, and on top of this, Ecce Homo is not itself a particularly good book.
One of the main themes of the book is “amor fati”, which means a love of fate, particularly one's own fate. Nietzsche uses this phrase when describing how during his life, he has come to accept all events, and not want anything to have been different from how it actually was.
Like in Thus Spake Zarathustra, Nietzsche presents himself here as a Dionysus, and actually describes himself using this word in at least one place. This is partly the basis of his amorality of sorts, his concept of being “Beyond Good and Evil”. The state of bodily good health is linked to his Dionysus concept, and yet there also seem to be contradictions: he warns the reader off alcohol - what could be less Dionysian? He also shows contempt for coffee, and says he only likes tea in the morning, and it that it must be very strong. It is the little details such as these preferences of his that form the saner parts of the book; much of it suffers from the wild hyperbole that will be familiar to readers of his other late works.
No doubt Nietzsche thought that he was writing profound things, when penning this book, but for me, and most readers I would have thought, more of his thoughts can be understood in his earlier works. For this reason I would not recommend this book as an introduction to Nietzsche, and would be doubtful if any proper appreciation of this book could be made without having read at least a handful of his other works.
There is a thin line between genius and madness; this work is nearer the latter.