A young somewhat compulsive German writer and city neurotic follows his wife’s advice to ‘pop in’ at a therapist’s. As in many modern relationships, one single psychiatrist won’t suffice forever. The novel’s hero changes doctors and methods like crazy, running from statutory health insurance shrinks to family guidance, being counselled en route by a Klaus Kinski look-alike neurologist, quacks, Nazi-hypnotists, transactional analysts, who have been treating him for years in individual, pair and group therapies. It all seems to have been successful.
But then his most trustworthy doctor dies, his wife leaves him and his young Indian lover dies in the Ashram of a highly criminal guru. In his identity crisis all that is certain is that old age is approaching – the girlfriend leaves, therapy is here to stay!
Joachim Lottmann’s best novel to date is an immensely funny emotional roller coast ride, and a cry for love that drives the hero and his readers into laconic absurdity.
“One of the most underestimated German writers, envied for his superb narrative talents.” (Sibylle Berg)
