Hannah Arendt considered calling her magnum opus Amor Mundi: Love of the World. Instead, she settled upon The Human Condition. What is most difficult, Arendt writes, is to love the world as it is, with all the evil and suffering in it. And yet she came to do just that. Loving the world means neither uncritical acceptance nor contemptuous rejection. Above all it means the unwavering facing up to and comprehension of that which is.
Every Sunday, The Hannah Arendt Center Amor Mundi Weekly Newsletter will offer our favorite essays and blog posts from around the web. These essays will help you comprehend the world. And learn to love it.
Jonathan Lee interviews Twelve Tribes of Hattie author Ayana Mathis, who talks about the way that indecision (in her education) and doubt (of her religion) has affected her development as a person and as a writer. Mathis, who was Marilynne Robinson’s student at the Iowa Writer’s Workshop, says that, despite her doubt, there’s something deeply, uniquely human about honest religious experience: “A belief in God may not be fully within me anymore, but there’s still a belief in belief. The high drama and power of the Church has stayed with me. As a child in church, I saw grown men at the altar crying out for God’s mercy. And the idea of someone doing that has become a joke in the popular culture, but when you are there and you see it, you experience-for a moment-an incredibly raw, honest, strange insight into what it means to be a human being. Those experiences don’t leave you.”
Maria Popova points to the American Rock ‘n Roll historian Greil Marcus’ recent commencement address to the School of Visual Art’s class of 2013. In his speech, Marcus rails against the high and low divisions of art and culture, suggesting that there’s something controlling in those categories, something that totally degrades the mystery of art.
All last week, The New Yorker’s Page Turner blog has been sharing excerpts from a collection of Italo Calvino’s letters. On Christmas Eve 1959, Calvino shared his impression of New York with a friend: “But really it is not this I mainly wanted to talk to you about, it’s more to say that this country here knows nothing about us Europeans-and Russia here you can feel is part of Europe, and with no great differences either-because they are totally devoid of a sense of history. To put it briefly, I am beginning to understand something about America, but I have not got the time even to think never mind writing. I am leading the life of a business man, because this is the real way to live in this city-I say business, but all I do is see publishers and have endless business lunches with them-I act as ambassador for an imaginary Italian Democratic Republic, because I feel it is my duty and responsibility to do so, being one of the few men of the left who has been given the chance to visit this country for six months.”
On its seventy-fifth anniversary, Mike Hume writes about George Orwell’s book about the Spanish Civil War, Letters from Catalonia. “Orwell,” he writes, “was obviously deeply touched by the decency and heroism of the ordinary Spaniards and foreigners fighting for freedom by his side. Isolated on the frontline with the workers’ militia, he recalls: ‘One had been in a community where hope was more normal than apathy or cynicism, where the word “comrade” stood for comradeship and not, as in most countries, for humbug. One had breathed the air of equality.'”