The Spirit of Hope
1. Auflage September 2024
111 Seiten, Hardcover
Wiley & Sons Ltd
A spectre is haunting us: fear. We are constantly confronted with apocalyptic scenarios: pandemics, world war, the climate catastrophe. Images of the end of the world and the end of human civilization are conjured up with ever greater urgency. Anxiously, we face a bleak future. Preoccupied with crisis management, life becomes a matter of survival.
But it is precisely at such moments of fear and despair that hope arises like a phoenix from the ashes. Only hope can give us back a life that is more than mere survival. Fear isolates people and closes them off from one another; hope, by contrast, unites people and forms communities. It opens up a meaningful horizon that re-invigorates and inspires life. It nurtures fantasy and enables us to think about what is yet to come. It makes action possible because it infuses our world with purpose and meaning. Hope is the spring that liberates us from our collective despair and gives us a future.
In this short essay on hope, Byung-Chul Han gives us the perfect antidote to the climate of fear that pervades our world.
1. Prelude
2. Hope and Acting
3. Hope and Knowledge
4. Hope as a Form of Life
Notes
William Davies, author of Nervous States: How Feeling Took Over the World
"I never got the memo that acting smart was about making people feel paralysed. I was only ever in it to spark some hope. It's nice to have a buddy - gives me hope - and I ... hope this lovely little book will be your buddy too. I really hope. The real thing. The antidote, the genuinely future future."
Timothy Morton, author of Hell: In Search of a Christian Ecology
"Soulful ... a rousing case for holding onto hope even, and perhaps especially, in times of hardship. This is sure to lift readers' spirits."
Publishers Weekly
"As a philosopher, Han has a spiritual bent ... But his basic premise doesn't have to be religious; it suggests only that the world contains untold potential, that what we see in front of us isn't all that there will ever be."
Joshua Rothman, The New Yorker