I ♥ Lizzy

I was sitting late last year in a session of the Australasian Society for Continental Philosophy, listening to a number of papers presented on the recent Index Press publication One Hundred and Fifty Years of Tragedy: Nietzsche, Art, Philosophy, featuring essays by some seven scholars, mostly Australian, but with one or two of the more prestigious ones coming from overseas. Justin Clemens, the chair of the session, read animatedly from his phone. Edward Colless spoke softly but captivatingly about other recent interpretations of Nietzsche. Caitlyn Lesiuk, one of the contributors to the volume, spoke of Nietzsche’s unpublished notebooks and the way we should paradoxically read him like the Bible. Vincent Lê, one of its editors, spoke hesitantly and perhaps a little too modestly, as editors of these indie collections often do, about the efforts involved in putting it all together.