A Short History of Decay

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"In the fact of being born there is such an absence of necessity that when you think about it a little more than usual you are left... with a foolish grin" -E.M. Cioran

E.M. Cioran confronts the place of today's world in the context of human history. He focuses on such major issues of the twentieth century as human progress, fanaticism, and science.

186 pages, Paperback

First published January 1,1949

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About the author

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Born in 1911 in Rășinari, a small village in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania, raised under the rule of a father who was a Romanian Orthodox priest and a mother who was prone to depression, Emil Cioran wrote his first five books in Romanian. Some of these are collections of brief essays (one or two pages, on average); others are collections of aphorisms. Suffering from insomnia since his adolescent years in Sibiu, the young Cioran studied philosophy in the “little Paris” of Bucarest.

A prolific publicist, he became a well-known figure, along with Mircea Eliade, Constantin Noïca, and his future close friend Eugene Ionesco (with whom he shared the Royal Foundation's Young Writers Prize in 1934 for his first book, On the Heights of Despair).

Influenced by the German romantics, by Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, and the Lebensphilosophie of Schelling and Bergson, by certain Russian writers, including Chestov, Rozanov, and Dostoyevsky, and by the Romanian poet Eminescu, Cioran wrote lyrical and expansive meditations that were often metaphysical in nature and whose recurrent themes were death, despair, solitude, history, music, saintliness and the mystics (cf. Tears and Saints, 1937) – all of which are themes that one finds again in his French writings. In his highly controversial book, The Transfiguration of Romania (1937), Cioran, who was at that time close to the Romanian fascists, violently criticized his country and his compatriots on the basis of a contrast between such “little nations” as Romania, which were contemptible from the perspective of universal history and great nations, such as France or Germany, which took their destiny into their own hands.

After spending two years in Germany, Cioran arrived in Paris in 1936. He continued to write in Romanian until the early 1940s (he wrote his last article in Romanian in 1943, which is also the year in which he began writing in French). The break with Romanian became definitive in 1946, when, in the course of translating Mallarmé, he suddenly decided to give up his native tongue since no one spoke it in Paris. He then began writing in French a book that, thanks to numerous intensive revisions, would eventually become the impressive 'A Short History of Decay' (1949) -- the first of a series of ten books in which Cioran would continue to explore his perennial obsessions, with a growing detachment that allies him equally with the Greek sophists, the French moralists, and the oriental sages. He wrote existential vituperations and other destructive reflections in a classical French style that he felt was diametrically opposed to the looseness of his native Romanian; he described it as being like a “straight-jacket” that required him to control his temperamental excesses and his lyrical flights. The books in which he expressed his radical disillusionment appeared, with decreasing frequency, over a period of more than three decades, during which time he shared his solitude with his companion Simone Boué in a miniscule garret in the center of Paris, where he lived as a spectator more and more turned in on himself and maintaining an ever greater distance from a world that he rejected as much on the historical level (History and Utopia, 1960) as on the ontological (The Fall into Time, 1964), raising his misanthropy to heights of subtlety (The Trouble with being Born, 1973), while also allowing to appear from time to time a humanism composed of irony, bitterness, and preciosity (Exercices d'admiration, 1986, and the posthumously published Notebooks).

Denied the right to return to Romania during the years of the communist regime, and attracting international attention only late in his career, Cioran died in Paris in 1995.

Nicolas Cavaillès
Translated by Thomas Cousineau

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April 17,2025
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I'll start by saying that I was a little disappointed with this. While it's full of thought-provoking aphorisms, these were almost always smothered by flowery prose. One saving grace is the length of each subsection; many are only one or two paragraphs. Surely lots of people enjoy this kind of writing, but I did not. To be fair, it did seem to get better towards the end (Faces of Decadence onward IMO). I found most of this to be incredibly difficult to get through for what felt like needless obfuscation. I'm more than willing to admit that maybe I was just filtered (again), but it felt like this written in such a way as to be intentionally obtuse.
April 17,2025
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What do you get when you mix Diogenes, Heraclitus, Lao zi, the Buddha and La Rochefoucauld in a small piece of coal and crushes it under an infitiny of existential despair and cosmic horror?

Cioran constantly mentions what a romantic, idealistic young man he was - though in "In the Heights of Despair" he seems as nihilistic as always - and how now he has matured, abandoning every trace of active philosophy, abandoning movement and hope. And it's true, he does reads like a mature adult and not a rebellious teenager anymore. But then again, he was only 22 when he wrote In the Heights of Despair, and any sin of style and exaggeration can be forgiven due to his young age. As he aged, Cioran understood the importance of conciseness and to pick his words carefully.

(But then again, isn't writing still a small sign of hope?)
April 17,2025
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ما كل هذا التشاؤم والبؤس يا سيوران
كيف يمكن لإنسان أن يكون كاره لحياته وكل من حوله بهذا الشكل ?
April 17,2025
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Not recommended to read the entire text in a day. Alert: too much decadence and nihilism. But one essay a day will probably keep the doctor away. Worth reading.
April 17,2025
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Yarıda bıraktığım ikinci ya da üçüncü kitaptır. Çeviriden kaynaklı olduğunu düşündüğüm bir sıkıcılık ve anlaşılmazlık hakimdi kitaba. Heyecanla başlamıştım lakin çok çabalamama, defalarca yeniden başlamama rağmen okumaya devam edemedim.
April 17,2025
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If you think you hate life, or maybe just the world around you this book will make you kick yourself repeatedly for being just too much of a goddamn optimist. This is one bleak and beautiful book. How Cioran could live with thoughts like these and not end his own life is beyond me, but like a character out of Beckett he continues going on. This is the second book of his that I've read and it's even darker than his more youthful and lighthearted Tears and Saints which was really not the kind of book the average person would call uplifting.
April 17,2025
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Kısacık bölümler yüzlerce sayfalık kitapta olmayacak anlam ve derinlikle yüklü. Nietzche'nin nihilizmine de, Camus'nün "inadına yaşam" felsefesine de bakış açımı çok farklı boyutlara taşıdı ve şuan için favori yazarım oldu.
April 17,2025
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This guy is best aphorist since Nietzsche, though that isn't saying much since there's not a lot of competition. One of the most misanthropic books I've ever read. I hear his others are more of the same. I'm psyched.
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