Coming Soon:

The following books by Robert Paul Wolff are available on Amazon.com as e-books: KANT'S THEORY OF MENTAL ACTIVITY, THE AUTONOMY OF REASON, UNDERSTANDING MARX, UNDERSTANDING RAWLS, THE POVERTY OF LIBERALISM, A LIFE IN THE ACADEMY, MONEYBAGS MUST BE SO LUCKY, AN INTRODUCTION TO THE USE OF FORMAL METHODS IN POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY.
Now Available: Volumes I, II, III, and IV of the Collected Published and Unpublished Papers.

NOW AVAILABLE ON YOUTUBE: LECTURES ON KANT'S CRITIQUE OF PURE REASON. To view the lectures, go to YouTube and search for "Robert Paul Wolff Kant." There they will be.

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Sunday, December 28, 2014

THANK YOU


Thank you one and all for the birthday wishes.  It warms an old philosopher's heart.

Today I enter the annual twenty day period when Susie and I are the same age.  She was born on January 16th, 1933 and has, for as long as I have known her, been a year older than I.  This age difference cannot be an accident.  My father's father, Barnet Wolff, the co-founder of the Brooklyn branch of the Socialist Party, was a year younger than his wife, Ella.  And his oldest son Walter, my father, was a year younger than my mother, Lotte.  What is more, Barnet fell in love with Ella when he was a teenager.  My father fell in love with my mother when he was a teenager.  And I fell in love with Susie when I was fourteen [although in my case, it took me another thirty-nine years to persuade her to marry me.]  How on earth do these things get passed on from generation to generation?  I honestly do not know.  There are also striking psychodynamic similarities in the three relationships, a fact I discovered late in life when I inherited and edited the vast cache of love letters exchanged by my grandparents and my parents.

Susie and I celebrated my birthday yesterday by going to see the new movie about Alan Turing, The Imitation Game.  It is a very powerful movie, but deeply upsetting.  When it ended, I sat in my seat and wept uncontrollably for some minutes, something I have not done in many, many years.

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