Ecce Homo

Nietzsche's last book and one of philosophy's strangest documents — an autobiography written in late 1888, weeks before his mind gave way. The chapter titles tell you what to expect: 'Why I Am So Wise,' 'Why I Am So Clever,' 'Why I Write Such Good Books,' 'Why I Am a Destiny.' Read straight, it is grandiose to the point of absurdity; read with care, it is a meticulous self-account by a man who knew exactly what he had done and what was about to happen to him. Withheld from publication by his sister until 1908, it has divided readers ever since. Translated by Anthony M. Ludovici.