Søren Kierkegaard still makes people either love him or hate him. Even many who have dedicated their life’s work to studying his authorship approach him biographically with either veneration or suspicion. Some biographies offer rather seraphic portraits of Kierkegaard, whereas even in his personal life others see only masks that impishly conceal more than they reveal. They question Kierkegaard’s sincerity and wonder if he has left us anything about his true identity but a hopeless hall of mirrors.
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