His real name was Giulio Cesare Andrea Evola, aka Baron Evola, aka Julius Evola. When he died he was seventy-six years old, had never married, had no children and no remaining family.
Born in Rome into an aristocratic Sicilian family, Evola inherited enough wealth to make him independent. A natural yet ultraistic intellectual, after participating as an officer of artillery in the Italian Army in World War I, he sought out the eccentric isms of his era, becoming part of the Futurist movement, which he quickly discarded. Dadaism was his next depot; its meaninglessness inspiring his poetry, essays and paintings.
Soon though, Evola decided that even the meaningless nothing of Dadaism was corrupt, since it was being cloned and marketed to the general public. In protest, he stopped painting and writing poetry, limiting himself to prose alone.
Seeking the newest new-thing, he immersed himself in soi-disant (so called) spiritual studies, which had assumed the grandiose name of ‘supra-rationalism.’ This mystical nonsense appealed directly to the elitism of his mind. He believed he had found illumination in the esoteric books he purchased and devoured. Books on the occult, alchemy, magic and Eastern mystical studies, such as Lamaism and tantric yoga.