Cioran remains, as always, a brilliant writer. However I connected most with this book when it verged away from hagiography and god, and towards sadness and death.
In the dark clarity around sadness, around loneliness, around death, Cioran remains – peerless.
Each aphorism bursts with the precision and pulchritude of a struck tuning fork.
There were some unexpected gems about music that I was not expecting in a book of saints and tears.
Only a must read for the Cioran completist, or for those who want to read of the tears that fill saint’s hearts.