A Life Made of Interesting Moments
Can a life spent collecting pleasures, moods and clever arrangements ever add up to a person? The aesthete's papers make the strongest case for it, and the seducer's diary shows where it ends.
The first volume belongs to a young man known only as A: aphorisms, an essay on Mozart's Don Giovanni, an essay on how to manage boredom, and a diary in which a certain Johannes plans the seduction of Cordelia for the pleasure of the planning. Nothing in it is stupid, and that is its danger. This is the aesthetic life at its most gifted, a life of taste, possibility and reflection that never binds itself to anything. Kierkegaard lets it speak at full strength, so the reader feels its pull before the second volume answers it.
- aesthetics
- aestheticism
- seduction
- desire
- manipulation
- deception
- sensuality
- music
- irony
- reflection
- memory
- aesthetic experience
- comedy
- time
Enter a dialogue
- Your aesthete says poets are like men slowly roasted inside a tyrant's bull, whose screams sound like music. Why do we keep asking them to sing again?
- The aesthete's papers are brilliant and nothing in them is stupid. Why should anyone trade so gifted a life for a judge's letters on duty?
- An essay in this book says the gods were bored and so made people, and Adam's boredom brought Eve. Why is boredom the aesthete's starting point?
- Why does a person who lives on remembered and imagined moments keep missing the ones actually in front of them?
- Why does your aesthete's essay on Mozart's Don Giovanni say that a seducer of every woman can be expressed only in music, never in words?