EM Cioran is an addictive writer who is nihilistic but never devoid of humour
Irish Times, Sat, May 25, 2019
EM Cioran is the most addictive writer I’ve ever encountered. At the height of my fixation, anything I read that wasn’t him felt anodyne, trivial and longwinded. Born in Romania, Cioran wrote most of his savagely pessimistic books in French, having moved to Paris in the 1930s and settled into a “parasitical” life there. His writing desecrates humanity, progress, virtue, reality itself, and anything else that looked at him funny. Cioran lays it on so thick, the rancour is so extravagant, you start to wonder if he’s taking the piss. And that’s the thing: the writing is relentless and splenetic and nihilistic, but it’s never devoid of humour – a stand-up routine at the gates of hell.
As a stylist, Cioran has as much flair as anyone who has written, and nowhere more so than in the aphorisms that make up The Trouble With Being Born, an orgy of cynicism and philosophical violence that circles around a ludicrous jibe: Cioran’s insistence that the thing to be avoided at all costs is – yes! – getting born. The renewal of Species is an endless holocaust, and in this “fallen universe” the one unpardonable crime is to inflict Life on the unborn.
No summary of Cioran’s thought can do justice to the visceral euphoria of reading him. Most of his ideas repackage the Eastern metaphysics of the Void and the Western sceptical traditions in which he was steeped; the distinction lies in his mode of attack, his ecstatic spleen. Scattered with autobiographical glimpses of a man at a comical extremity of torment, Trouble riffs on Cioran’s favourite themes: suicide; metaphysical exile; disdain for humankind (“that hideous and immemorial riffraff”); civilisational decline; the unreality of existence, and the wisdom of cultivating “the long serene disgust of detachment”… [+]