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| Original Title: | Ludwig Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius |
| ISBN: | 0140159959 (ISBN13: 9780140159950) |
| Edition Language: | English |
| Literary Awards: | John Llewellyn Rhys Prize (1990), Duff Cooper Prize (1991) |
Ray Monk
Paperback | Pages: 704 pages Rating: 4.36 | 3945 Users | 169 Reviews
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| Title | : | Ludwig Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius |
| Author | : | Ray Monk |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Deluxe Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 704 pages |
| Published | : | November 1st 1991 by Penguin Books (first published 1990) |
| Categories | : | Philosophy. Biography. Nonfiction. History |
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Portrait of the Thinker as a ManIf you want to understand Ludwig Wittgenstein, the thinker and the man, turn to the very last page of Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, the only philosophical work published in his lifetime. There you will find in all of its gnomic beauty one of the best remembered and most quoted propositions of all: Whereof we cannot speak thereof we must be silent.
That’s just the thing: he wasn’t silent. Most of his life after the publication of the Tractatus was a pursuit of the very things that could not be touched on in a work of uncompromising logic, whether it be the nature of language, the way language is used in practical terms, the nature of thought, of ethics, of psychology, of the relationship of philosophy to the wider world of human experience.
“If a lion could speak, we could not understand him”, he wrote in the posthumously published Philosophical Investigations. Wittgenstein spoke. Most who followed, particularly the Vienna School of Logical Positivists, which had as good a claim as any to be the apostles of the text, could not understand him.
Bertrand Russell, who wrote a preface for the Tractatus, could not understand his brilliant protégée. The truly remarkable thing is that when the two met at Cambridge before the First World War Wittgenstein was a novice, Russell a mature and respected professor of philosophy, the author with A. N. Whitehead of Principia Mathematica, a seminal work of mathematical logic.
But Wittgenstein quickly established complete intellectual dominance, so much so that by 1912 Russell told his sister that he expected the next big step in philosophy to be taken by her brother. It’s salutary to remember that he was still only a twenty-three-year old undergraduate!
Ray Monk understands the man, the thought and the life in thought, enough to write Ludwig Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius. I came to this lately, in the paperback edition, determined to get to grips with one of the great thinkers of the last century.
He is one of the people I have long admired for his clarity of expression, for those parts of his work that are accessible to me, those parts that are not too deep in an ethereal and mathematical mode of expression. Admired, yes, but from afar, like some intimidating demigod. Monk has brought me far closer to the man in what is a surprisingly readable and at points gripping biography.
Surprising? It’s just that I did not expect so difficult a thinker to be reducible to such ordinary human terms. This is the key, in fact, to this book: in its own brilliant and lucid way it humanises the idol, if that makes sense, painting a detailed and comprehensive portrait. Monk has a commendable grasp of the material to hand, quoting liberally from letters, diaries, notebooks and interviews, coming close to understanding the thinker as a whole. There is Wittgenstein, uncompromising in his self-critical brilliance, relentless in the pursuit of ideas and of people, full of self-assurance at some points, and at others full of the most crushing and debilitating forms of self-doubt.
As usual, given that this is the paperback edition, the cover is replete with laudatory praise. I have no argument here; it’s richly deserved. It is, as the Observer says, a book that is much to be recommended. The Guardian adds that Monk’s biography is deeply intelligent and generous to the ordinary reader, statements with which I fully concur. But the reviewer goes that one step further, saying that it’s a beautiful portrait of a beautiful life. Hmm…a beautiful portrait? Well, yes. I suppose, though I think the expression just a tad hyperbolic. But was it a ‘beautiful life’? I’m not sure. It was an important one, yes, but that’s quite different.
Ecce homo; behold in whole. The fact is the more I delved into the thinker the less I began to like the man. He was far too intense, far too opinionated, far too wearing. This is genius, and supposedly everything is excused, all normal standards suspended. But I still came away with a feeling that, for all his brilliance, this was a man better not to know; better for some of the less able children in the Austrian elementary schools he taught not to know; better not to know a man rather too free with his fists.
He was a huge influence on the young men who came his way, turning some away from academic philosophy and Cambridge, both of which he paradoxically despised, towards more ‘practical’ endeavours. He embraced a kind of Tolstoyan view of life, encouraging others to work alongside ‘ordinary’ people in preference to academia. I could not help but feel that Francis Skinner, a brilliant mathematical scholar, Wittgenstein’s disciple and sometimes lover, might have been happier if he had never met him. In his pursuit of a bogus authenticity he went to work in screw factory at the behest of his mentor, a place where he was deeply unhappy. Earlier on he and Skinner had planed to go to Soviet Russia in the mid-1930s to work as labourers. Fortunately for them, at least fortunately for Skinner, the harebrained project failed to mature.
I suppose it’s another measure of Monk’s skill as a biographer that he gives us a cogent warts and all portrait. I’m probably far too conscious of the warts, but it’s comforting to see that while Wittgenstein could be a mystic he was no saint! He is a man whom I would both loved and hated to have known, with the latter perhaps now a little more pronounced than the former. If I had met him I would have one question to ask: who could anyone, least of all a man with your degree of insight and sensitivity, have been taken in by Otto Weiniger’s bizarre, misogynist and self-hating monograph Sex and Character? It’s complete trash! I’m glad to say that Ludwig Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius is not. Rather, in itself, it’s a biography of genius.
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Ratings: 4.36 From 3945 Users | 169 ReviewsAssessment About Books Ludwig Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius
Marvelous biography - deserving of all the praise.Monk clarified a lot of things for me. He demonstrates just how continental Wittgenstein's background and education are. Russell and Frege were important for him, sure, but Goethe, Kierkegaard, Spengler, Kant, etc were as well. I feel vindicated by Monk's argument that Spengler was the primary influence for the turn he takes towards Philosophical Investigations.I would love to read a book solely about Wittgenstein's relationship to Christianity,one of the most complicated books i'v ever read.
I said he was mad & he said God preserve him from sanity.Thus wrote B. Russell about young Wittgenstein in a letter to a friend. He added, in parenthesis (God certainly will). Spoken as a true atheist. Is this a good biography? I wish I had reliable criteria. Does it help me understand the man in his life and historical context? To some extent yes. We see a raving lunatic who thinks the world of himself when he doesn't disrespect himself or talks about suicide.We do see him getting caught up
I'm so proud that I was an editorial intern and publicity intern at The Free Press when this book was about to come out. I was also a philosophy major at the time so it was a perfect fit. I found the prose so lucid, moving, evocative, human and real it balanced anything the "cool black boots wearing" Yale philosophy white male posse (you know who you were) could have possibly said to me to try to convince me that somehow I "wouldn't" be able to understand Wittgenstein (wrote my thesis on it w/
4.5 stars. This giant of a book should be a model for all biographies in terms of the sheer research and the resulting details about not only the life but also the thoughts and works of its subject, Ludwig Wittgenstein. It does get a little tiring at times and given that the subject matter of Wittgensteins work was so abstract, things are many times difficult to fully understand but the book does a well enough job of rounding up his life and work into a coherent narrative so that we can actually
A book that illuminates Wittgensteins ideas by showing us his life. Alternately, it illuminates his life by showing us his ideas. Flip-flop, mish-mosh, two sides of the same coin. His ideas grew organically from his life, in the same way that his Picture Theory claims that a picture is not a mental representation of a fact but is a fact itself, so that understanding comes immediately from seeing (not through abstraction and representation). This method of illumination works more for Wittgenstein
Monk's account of Wittgenstein sets a high standard for the biographical genre. Monk vividly details the life of the eccentric philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein. The greatest achievement of this book is its ability to reveal the inner workings of a brilliant, but troubled mind. We discover how brilliance is often accompanied by pain and tragedy. Monk exposes the extraordinary genius, whose life was equally extraordinary. Wittgenstein was born into a life of wealth, privilege and high society. He
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