Lance Olson’s Nietzsche’s kisses begins . . . well, after two epigraphs it begins, and for that matter the epigraphs follow the title of the book and, I should note: the title of the first part—on the despisers of the body—precedes this beginning . . . Lance Olson’s book begins, then, with a kiss: Every sentence is a kiss.
“And next you are wandering the aisles of a secondhand bookstore.”
I have opened the book randomly to pages 42-43. Somewhat randomly. A sales receipt from Ken Sanders Rare Books is lodged here. Before I bought Nietzsche’s kisses I wandered the aisles of a rare and secondhand bookstore and now I am wandering the pages of, it says inside the cover, in pencil, by hand, a
edition of Lance Olson’s book Nietzsche’s kisses, a brilliant book that ends with the word “Again.” With the sentence “Again.” With an eternally recurring kiss.