Letters 1915 – 1970.
Afterword by Hermann Heidegger.
Life of Elfride Heidegger.
Life of Martin Heidegger.
Heidegger Family Tree.
Annotated Index of Names.
The Scientific and Medical Network
"Heidegger's letters to his wife are a revelation. They offer privileged access to the innermost reaches of Heidegger's thought. Moreover, here, perhaps for the first time, Heidegger the fallible individual is fully on display. These fascinating letters reveal Heidegger's exalted sense of the world-historical mission of philosophy, as well as his own immodest estimation of his standing. This rich correspondence should be required reading for anyone interested in the vital intersection between biography and the history of ideas."
Richard Wolin, City University of New York
"Can a philosopher’s life illuminate his thinking? Heidegger is not encouraging, writing of Aristotle: 'He was born, worked, and died.' Yet in these letters to Elfride, his thinking, tribulations and passions bleed together, exploding any such parsimony. They bear intimate witness to everyday life chez Heidegger, and offer a riveting glimpse of an often unequal struggle with his wife over the meaning of marriage, love and truth."
David Wood, Vanderbilt University
- This book makes available for the first time Martin Heidegger’s letters to his wife Elfride.
- Heidegger is one of the most important and influential philosophers of the 20th century.
- The letters shed fresh light on Martin Heidegger’s ideas, his personal life, the part he played in the two world wars, his professional career and his relations with other women.
- The book also includes a short and extraordinary afterword by Hermann Heidegger, son of Martin and Elfride Heidegger, in which he announces for the first time that at the age of 14 he was told by his mother that his natural father was a friend from her youth, his godfather Friedel Caesar - ‘I’m grateful to my niece for allowing me to make this declaration, in so doing freeing myself from a burden that has weighed upon and tormented me for seventy-one years.’