A few words about this Francophile German philosopher, with a deep baritone voice, round face barred by the gray mustache of a bon vivant musketeer.
Peter Sloterdijk is 75 years old, lives in Berlin, and continues to philosophize continuously.
He knows France its language, its gastronomy, its landscapes and its passion for bicycles;
he has a house in the dry villages of Drôme.
He is one of those typically European authors whose erudition draws
extensively
from the great neglected library of scholarly Europe.
Sloterdijk is at the crossroads of Nietzsche (for the philosophical heritage) and Umberto Eco (for the Pic de la Mirandole side).
Certainly, we are not sure to always follow him in the meanders of his quicksilver prose, where he seems capable of saying everything and its opposite.
But there is always "grey" to grind, and this is the case with this book which offers a little philosophy of anthracite.
Fashion loves the ball of colors, but, from season to season, it's never about gray
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