For many years, Weil subsisted on a starvation diet, in solidarity with the hungry.
The French philosopher Simone Weil was a soul at odds with herself and with a world of affliction. The causes she espoused as a social activist and the faith she professed as a mystic were urgent to her and, as she saw it, to humanity. Little of her work was published in her lifetime, but since her death, at thirty-four, in 1943, it has inspired an almost cultlike following among readers who share her hunger for grace, and for what she called âdecreationââdeliverance from enthrallment to the self.
Eminent theologians have revered Weil (Paul Tillich, Thomas Merton, Pope Paul VI), and so have writers of the first rank, especially women (Hannah Arendt, Ingeborg Bachmann, Anne Carson, Flannery OâConnor, Susan Sontag). Albert Camus hailed her as âthe only great spirit of our time.â T. S. Eliot credited her with a âgenius akin to that of the saints.â But Weil herself might have objected to these consecrations as a form of âidolatry,â which she defined as a misguided thirst for âabsolute good.â Nothing is so absolute about her as the difficulty of parsing her contradictions. Her writing radiates a cosmic empathy that coexists, sometimes on the same page, with a strain of intolerance blind to lifeâs tragicomedy. She resists any system that enslaves the individual to a collective, but her own vision of an enlightened societyâthe subject of her most famous work, âThe Need for Rootsââis an autocracy modelled on Platoâs Republic. Weil would gladly have died fighting the Nazis. Yet even as her Jewish family fled the Final Solution, she condemned Judaism with what her biographer Francine du Plessix Gray justly calls âhysterical repugnance.â
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