A review by rvandenboomgaard
Ecce Homo by Friedrich Nietzsche

5.0

That’s it. It’s done. Over the span of three years, I have finished all twelve works that were published during, and shortly after (Ecce homo), Nietzsche’s lifetime. And the last two in two consecutive days.

I believe this bodes for a break in my perspective, and life activities. Perhaps, I had to finish this before I change my lifestyle. It is quite unfathomable how much confirmation, clarification and concert I have found in this philosophical and literary journey.

Now to find somebody that can buy me the Dutch translation of his 7-piece Nachlass, so I can start on my second Nietzschean journey — before, eventually, attempting to read him in the original German.

As to this work itself specifically, then; I feel like it is significantly more nuanced than the subtitles and stories about the work would have one presume. This man really understood himself, it is us who failed to understand not only him, but, most of all, ourselves.

From himself, he figured to understand human nature to a degree unprecedented.

My question at the end of my short reflections on Götzen-Dämmerung seems to have found an answer in this text.