Everybody experiences loneliness, but they experience it differently.Īs a word, ‘loneliness’ is relatively new to the English language. Language fails to capture loneliness because loneliness is a universal term that applies to a particular experience. As soon as we begin to talk about loneliness, we transform one of the most deeply felt human experiences into an object of contemplation, and a subject of reason. And this is in part because loneliness is so difficult to communicate. One wallows in loneliness, while the other tries to do away with it altogether. Both approaches leave the reader a bit cold. Writing on loneliness often falls into one of two camps: the overindulgent memoir, or the rational medicalisation that treats loneliness as something to be cured. Everybody feels lonely from time to time. But, as Arendt knew, loneliness is a part of the human condition. Her father died of syphilis when she was seven she faked all manner of illnesses to avoid going to school as a child so she could stay at home her first husband left her in Berlin after the burning of the Reichstag she was stateless for nearly 20 years. From an early age, she had a keen sense that she was different, an outsider, a pariah, and often preferred to be on her own. I feel as if I have to go around looking for myself.’ The one oasis she found was in a dockworker-turned-philosopher from San Francisco, Eric Hoffer – but she wasn’t sure about him either: she told her friend Karl Jaspers that Hoffer was ‘the best thing this country has to offer’ she told her husband Heinrich Blücher that Hoffer was ‘very charming, but not bright’.Īrendt was no stranger to bouts of loneliness. She hated being on stage lecturing every day: ‘I simply can’t be exposed to the public five times a week – in other words, never get out of the public eye. She was told there would be 30 students in her undergraduate classes: there were 120, in each. Her colleagues lacked a sense of humour, and the cloud of McCarthyism hung over social life. She didn’t like the intellectual atmosphere. After the publication of The Origins of Totalitarianism, she was invited to be a visiting lecturer at the University of California, Berkeley. ‘Please write regularly, or otherwise I am going to die out here.’ Hannah Arendt didn’t usually begin letters to her husband this way, but in the spring of 1955 she found herself alone in a ‘wilderness’. Continued abuse of our services will cause your IP address to be blocked indefinitely.What prepares men for totalitarian domination in the non-totalitarian world is the fact that loneliness, once a borderline experience usually suffered in certain marginal social conditions like old age, has become an everyday experience … – From The Origins of Totalitarianism (1951) by Hannah Arendt Please fill out the CAPTCHA below and then click the button to indicate that you agree to these terms. If you wish to be unblocked, you must agree that you will take immediate steps to rectify this issue. If you do not understand what is causing this behavior, please contact us here. If you promise to stop (by clicking the Agree button below), we'll unblock your connection for now, but we will immediately re-block it if we detect additional bad behavior.
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