This story of Bonkers Road-Trip is witty, boring and annoying. I loved it

His son catalogs all his defects and his slide in paranoia and dementia, but also suggests that he could have been able to “maintain decency in his delusion”. The fact that he has not killed himself is a wonder in himself, who lives as he does in the country for having witnessed death.

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Switzerland itself is presented as great, eternal, impenetrable. The Swiss people, on the contrary, like small and petty; People who have replaced the concept of soul with money empiricism. Kracht – the novelist, not the protagonist – suggests that Switzerland is simply the small town that reflects the European mass. Who wouldn’t live on a Swiss lake if they had the Dosh? The mother and son travel to the country, starting from Zurich, where the language is German, crossing Geneva where the language is French. Christian, intimate with both, hates them furiously and democratically.

I loved this book, even if I wanted a decade to read because I stopped every page to look for all the references. There are 190 pages, all layers, most arcane, some witty, some annoying or boring, but they are not the same reader who collected him accumulated on that first line: Anyway, so I had to go to Zurich for a few days. What? Are we in a telephone conversation?

Fillato, you are ready for a wild race It wasn’t mentioned either. Should have been. In these days there is a growing space for a low -cost cliché.