Strangely enough, this was a joy to read. Cioran balances his extreme nihilism and pessimism with wicked humor and irony. Kind of like if Rust Cohle had more self-doubt and a better sense of humor. To paraphrase an Amazon review I came across, there’s something oddly life-affirming about his gleefully pessimistic meditations on death, decay, nihilism, and Buddhism. Also worth mentioning: he writes beautifully.