The Essence of Christianity

Scanning my bookshelf I chanced upon Feuerbach‘s The Essence of Christianity. Though hardly a Marxist nor indeed much of a Hegelian, I do recall that the book had an immense effect upon me (25 years ago) – and of course, translated for the Anglophonic world by none other than George Eliot – that alone impressed me. I made a point of finding her grave at Highgate on my trip to London earlier this year. I’m not sure what I’d make of the book now, but I recall that it certainly carried a heavy punch.