Normal human beings have a complex effect on me. They can be a balm, bringing a sense of comfort and connection, but at the same time, they can also be a torment. Drury hoped Wittgenstein would make many friends, but Wittgenstein's response was rather harsh, calling Drury thoughtless and stupid and expressing his inability to imagine having lots of friends.
Exhaustion, loneliness, and madness were Wittgenstein's lot, and he had to accept them. However, he also had to guard against being theatrical. According to Russell, Wittgenstein would pace up and down like a wild beast for hours in agitated silence. Once, when Russell asked him if he was thinking about logic or his sins, Wittgenstein replied 'Both' and continued pacing.
Wittgenstein was ridiculed at school. His schoolmates chanted an alliterative jingle that played on his unhappiness and the distance between him and the rest of the school. In his attempts to make friends, he felt 'betrayed and sold' by his schoolmates.
The great problem that Wittgenstein constantly pondered was whether there is an a priori order in the world and, if so, what it consists of. Unfortunately, he had to go to Vienna, a thought that appalled him. He felt that being where he was did him a great deal of good and that he could no longer bear life among people. From time to time, he was afraid of dying, which he attributed to a false view of life.
While I must admit that this book didn't enhance my perception of Wittgenstein as a philosopher, it did evoke a great deal of empathy for him as a writer. Indeed, the author's rather schizoid approach to romantic relationships, where he was demanding in his ethical standards and extremely hard on himself, and someone whose harsh and extreme statements could be easily misinterpreted, are issues that I can relate to from my own life. Wittgenstein clearly didn't seem to enjoy life much, which made me feel a bit sad as a reader of his works. It was evident from reading this book that the author suffered from an overly vivid imagination, which made his own life less enjoyable. Despite having many advantages that could have been used to improve his life and the world, Wittgenstein didn't really seem to enjoy being alive.
This book, nearly 600 pages long and divided into four parts and 27 chapters, is a substantial work for any reader to grapple with. After an introduction, the author begins by discussing Wittgenstein's youth up to his first 30 years, which includes his family's tendency towards self-destruction, his experiences in Manchester, his time as Russell's protege and then master as his philosophical gifts became evident, his time in Norway in self-imposed isolation, and his experiences during World War I. The author then spends some time discussing Wittgenstein's lost decade between 1919 and 1928, followed by his productive time in Cambridge and Vienna from 1929 to 1941, and finally his waning years from 1941 to 1951.
After reading this book, many people may not feel the need to read any other books about Wittgenstein. His views impoverished the world of philosophy, and the contradictions within his personality and life are too numerous and painful to handle. His life was filled with misery, much of it self-inflicted. One doesn't have to like what he said as a philosopher to feel that his God-given gifts were largely wasted due to his failures to live the right way, failures that many intelligent people also share.
Characteristic of my reports, this is my just-finished-top-of-the-noodle-unedited-stream-of-consciousness-bullshit review. I must say that this biography is truly a textbook example of a good one. It is well-researched, presenting a realistic and unromanticized view of the subject. It is also fairly easy to read, which makes it enjoyable, especially if the person you are reading about is as interesting as Wittgenstein. He was an expert whistler, which is quite a unique trait.
Scholars often debate about how Wittgenstein "owned" Vienna or something like that. However, Monk shows that Wittgenstein actually shunned academic socializing and always desired to live a secluded life of manual labor. In fact, he "owned" Vienna only because people like Carnap and others would not have been who they were without the Tractatus.
Monk briefly touches on Wittgenstein's theories, but if I had been expecting a detailed analysis of the picture theory, private-language, beetle-in-a-box, etc., I would have read Wittgenstein's own work. So, if you find the figure of Wittgenstein interesting, or if you are curious about how his life events and the influential books that inspired him (such as Wieninger's Sex and Character, Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov, Spengler's The Decline of the West, detective hard-boiled fiction, William James' Varieties of Religious Experience, Tolstoy's Gospels in Brief) shaped his theories on psychology, mathematics, language, culture, etc., then this is the book for you. And as you can probably tell, for a man who chaired prestigious philosophy departments in the UK, he wasn't very knowledgeable about a lot of philosophy. Apparently, he never read Aristotle.
Also, this book is 600 pages long, and it took me a while to read because I was also reading other things. So, you really have to care about the subject to get through it.
Wittgenstein, a philosopher who pushed aside the dark clouds of philosophy, and his slogan was "In the beginning was the deed."
The only life worth living is a life in the direction of a duty that one has towards oneself, towards one's excellence. This sentence is undoubtedly an accurate description of Ludwig Wittgenstein, a complex, serious, and secluded genius; a philosopher who often thought of suicide in his youth and questioned his existence in this world. But when Bertrand Russell recognized his philosophical genius and accepted him as his student, Wittgenstein was able to overcome this feeling of despair. This shows that he had accepted this belief with all his being, in the strongest possible way.
Wittgenstein initially worked as an engineer and even patented an invention titled "Improvements in carburetors for use in aircraft engines." However, his first philosophical reflections began in childhood. At the age of eight, he asked himself: "Why should one tell the truth when lying is beneficial to a person?" This inquisitive mind, after later hearing Russell's words, decided to replace engineering with philosophy. Russell, undoubtedly, had a profound impact on the young Wittgenstein, but at the same time, it was Wittgenstein who, with his unique genius and seriousness, also influenced Russell. His discussions in the field of mathematical logic were such that Russell later admitted that Wittgenstein was a great event in his life.
He believed so strongly in his duty and mission in philosophy that he thought if he could not solve a fundamental problem in logic, he did not deserve to live. His determination and intellectual enthusiasm in fulfilling his duties were such that during World War II, when he worked in a pharmacy laboratory, he made a skin cream of such quality that one of the hospital workers said: "No one had ever made such a lubricating cream before." He even designed a device for measuring the pulse that amazed the doctors.
The determination to keep hidden what one is, was the core of Wittgenstein's thinking. He believed that nothing should come between a philosopher and the search for truth. For this reason, in his view, a philosopher is not a socializer of ideas, and this is what makes him a philosopher. The influence of his ideas was so widespread that even the Vienna Circle, which is now considered the core of logical positivism, benefited from his teachings and named their principle of verifiability after him.
P.S: Morad Farhadpour also has an attractive and readable introduction to this book.