ABSTRACT
Kierkegaard’s silence about his mother (within his writing) given the warmth he felt for her and the deep sorrow he felt at her passing, is very interesting and forms the subject of this chapter. For an author whose attention to the history and the meaning of his own family was obsessive, this textual absence cannot belong to mere happenstance. Many accounts from his contemporaries point towards a mother that radiated maternal warmth and a son who was broken by her untimely death. The silence surrounding his mother is, I claim, anything but ordinary.
