Wittgenstein's Nephew: A Novel (Vintage International)

"Furious, obsessive, scathing, absolutely hilarious and oddly beautiful."
--Claire Messud, author of The Emperor's Children, on Salon

"Bernhard's fiction is full of energy; his restless imagination cannot leave a fact or idea alone. . . . Only someone with such a brilliant, tricky, inexhaustible mind could get away with Wittgenstein's Nephew."
--The New York Times

"In its obsessive, elegant rhythms and narrative eloquence, [Wittgenstein's Nephew] resembles a tragic aria by Richard Strauss. . . . A memento mori that approaches genius."
--Wall Street Journal

"Oddly moving and funny. . . . A meditative fugue for mad, brilliant voices on the themes of death, death-in-life and the artist's and thinker's role in society."
--Chicago Tribune

"Bernhard is a writer of great originality and fascination."
--The New York Review of Books

"In the annals of literature, Thomas Bernhard will stand as Austria's postwar genius."
--The Washington Times

"Thomas Bernhard is one of the masters of contemporary European fiction. . . . After Kafka and Canetti's, his sensibility is one of the most acute, the most capable of exemplary images and gestures, in modern literature."
--George Steiner

"It is high time that we keep Bernhard firmly in our mind, as European readers have been doing for many years now."
--Christian Science Monitor

It is 1967. In separate wings of a Viennese hospital, two men lie bedridden. The narrator, named Thomas Bernhard, is stricken with a lung ailment; his friend Paul, nephew of the celebrated philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein, is suffering from one of his periodic bouts of madness. As their once-casual friendship quickens, these two eccentric men begin to discover in each other a possible antidote to their feelings of hopelessness and mortality—a spiritual symmetry forged by their shared passion for music, strange sense of humor, disgust for bourgeois Vienna, and great fear in the face of death. Part memoir, part fiction, Wittgenstein’s Nephew is both a meditation on the artist’s struggle to maintain a solid foothold in a world gone incomprehensibly askew, and a stunning—if not haunting—eulogy to a real-life friendship.