The cordial man regain’d
In other words, the lack of introverts in Brazil is the proof of a deficit in subjectivity, or at least some sort of inability to explore the depths of individuality. If we push this idea to its limit, perhaps the person who approaches you cheerfully in the streets is just incapable of sustaining the tragic dimension of his or her existence. That’s why s/he approaches you.
But who the hell wants to think about the tragedy of existence once we’re under the tropics, in front of the luxuriant power of a nature that ties and unties any stuff? Why keep something (ourselves?) that we can just let go, give away? What if we can break free from ourselves? Isn’t that good in the end?
There’s a nice, short article on Nietzsche and Sérgio Buarque de Holanda by Ernani Chaves at Cult magazine (it’s necessary to scroll down to “Raízes do Brasil e Nietzsche”.)
And Sérgio Buarque de Holanda’s Raízes do Brasil will (finally!) appear in English, through the University of Notre Dame Press. It’s great news.
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Well, it’s nice to think of my introversion as a profound comfortability with the tragic dimension of my existence. Still at the stage where it feels infinitely more natural to ponder a tree in shared silence than pipe up.