Based on how many times I’ve proclaimed that I’m having an existential crisis, it seemed only appropriate that I learn more about Kierkegaard. Even though the word existentialism wasn’t claimed until Sartre about 100 years later, Kierkegaard was definitely an early existentialist.
He also lived a messy, difficult life and was quite a unique individual, as a result. That’s the nice way of explaining his eccentricities and uncommon mind.
It sounds as if half of what he wrote was pure rage at the world, combined with mental illness, and the other half of what he wrote was quite fascinating. I may have to try out some of his works, one from each end of the spectrum, just out of curiosity.
Book 42 read in 2018