This is both the best piece of criticism and, in spots, the best thing on Nietzsche I’ve read in a little while. I absolutely would like to read Kawakami’s novel now. And when I looked up the author of the piece (Merve Emre), it turns out the previous two pieces I’d read from her, eviscerating the uses of “emotional intelligence” under capitalism and discussing the life and work of Surrealist artist Leonora Carrington, were both great enough I’d specifically noted them when reading.
No doubt Kawakami knows that the risk of ruining someone’s day increases when a novel not only imagines other people’s lives but has those people voice other people’s ideas. Perhaps the cleverest feature of “Heaven” is that one could read it—indeed, one could learn from it—without knowing the first thing about Nietzsche’s philosophy. Its ideas are as concrete and as wounding as the blows the narrator cannot deflect. Through his eyes, as Nietzsche writes of learning new ideas, we learn “to see—accustoming the eye to calmness, to patience, to letting things come up to it; postponing judgment, learning to go around and grasp each individual case from all sides.”