This is a bizarre, short novel by an Austrian writer and I shouldn’t like it very much…in fact, I should hate it. But I don’t. I don’t like it THAT much, but it was interesting. The premise is that our narrator (who happens to share the same name as the author) finds himself in the hospital for a lung disease in 1967. One of his fellow wardmates is Paul Wittgenstein, the nephew of the famed Austrian Philosopher, and who is suffering from an acute form […]
I know nothing about nature. I hate nature, because it is killing me
Wittegenstein's Nephew by Thomas Bernhard