Martin Heidegger and Hannah Arendt have an affair. He is a Professor of Philosophy at the University of Marburg, she a talented graduate student. They break up. He goes on to become a rector at a University of Freiburg. There he writes about being and time and the great promise of the Nazi Party. She goes on to complete her dissertation on love but is unable to find work as an academic in Germany, being Jewish. Though neither could guess it at the time, they will become characters in Joshua Corey's Hannah and the Master, a remarkable work about philosophy (or is it political theory?), power, the moral obligations we have to each other. Hannah and the Master (and a supporting cast of writers and plagiarists) fall in and out of love as the world floods, becomes choked with carbon, burns here and there. In prose and lyrics, narratives and epistles, Corey manages to keep the best of the genres he adapts, a gifted storyteller doing poetry or a gifted poet doing the novel. And lurking beneath it all is a sense that there just might be a second chance for philosophy, or what Novalis had always looked for in philosophy: a home.