Our secular society seems to have finally found its new God: Work. As technological progress makes human labour superfluous, and over-production destroys both the economy and the planet, Work remains stronger than ever as a mantra of universal submission. This book develops a fully-fledged theory of radical atheism, advocating a disrespectful, opportunist squandering of obedience. By replacing hope and faith with adventure, The Last Night of our lives might finally become the first morning of an autonomous future.
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By turns lyrical, acerbic and fabular, Federico Campagna updates existentialism for the 21st century. If death is certain, surely we can't afford to sacrifice our lives to the pointless labour which capital demands of us. Why do we continue to waste our lives doing it? What are the invisible bonds that keep us in servitude? The Last Night exposes the fondly held delusions that stop us from confronting these challenges - but, beware leftists and anarchists, it is our assumptions that the book dismisses most ruthlessly. ~ Mark Fisher, author of Capitalist Realism: is there no alternative?
Effortlessly moving between politics, philosophy and autobiography, Campagna has created an ethical code that can function as an everyday compass for the lost generation of adventurers. And we are in desperate need of new maps. ~ Simon Critchley
If God is dead then why do we worship work? Federico Campagna’s provocative and poetic manifesto suggests we will not be atheists until we stop believing in capitalism. Contesting the abstractions that rule our lives The Last Night is an ethical manual for our warfare without welfare present.
~ Benjamin Noys
"A precarious culture is emerging from the horizon of our time, and this book is a presage of the tide to come." ~ Franco 'Bifo' Berardi, from the introduction
"Like Stirner before him, Campagna has written something novel, singular and dangerous. Not a prayer book for ideologues, but something between an ethical meditation and Molotov cocktail that can be thrown against the abstractions that imprison us." ~ Saul Newman, from the afterword