Aphoristic flashes and illuminating reflections on topics as widely varied as religion, literature, history, relationships, music, suffering, and love. A wild festival of wit, insight, and provocation served up with stylistic flair and philosophical verve by the author of The Comedy of Agony.
Spranger wrote this brief book of aphorisms when he was in his early 20's. They are primarily pessimistic, but--unlike the flamboyant perversity of Maldoror or the wry despair of Cioran--Spranger's pessimism seems more a disguise or a pose, like a high school poet/hipster's pork pie hat. Probably the best part of the book is the most positive: a section in praise of music, something Spranger obviously enjoys.
Interesting, but not memorable. And what use is a book of aphorisms if it is not memorable?