ABSTRACT

In memory of the Little Joseph Nietzsche, 1848-1850 Ecce Homo-an autobiography? At all events, a tale of fathers and mothers, loves and execrations. And a series of riddles in and about the text. For example, the riddle of an entire section-the third section of Part One, ‘Why I Am So Wise’—that only recently has been restored to the form that Nietzsche himself, on the eve of his collapse, devised for it. My question is whether this textual riddle (or confusion) affects three otherwise compelling interpretations of Ecce Homo, those of Rodolphe Gasché, Jacques Derrida, and Pierre Klossowski.1