An admonishment to live, rather than a palliative for the interminably suffering and inexorably dying, Zarathustra is a masterpiece of existential philosophy. A poetical triumph and a singular affirmation of life, it pinches the moral nerve as much as it caresses the imagination. Replete with paradox, ambiguity and inconsistency, it is not an easy read but as such it embodies the philosophy it espouses. Every word is chosen with a fearsome intelligence and a delicate sensibility; Nietzsche asks the reader to read as he asks them to live: with creativity, courage and originality. This book is only for those who want to be free.

Not bad. I liked the writing style, but my interest in the subject waxed and waned quite a few times throughout the book.