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I'm Not Stiller by Max Frisch
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it was amazing

If you ever want to have a conversation with a clerk at City Lights bookstore in San Francisco (yes, home of Ginsberg, Kerouac, and so on) that doesn't leave you feeling frustrated, tell him/her that you are a big fan of Max Frisch. Their response will turn from, "Modern fiction? I am bored with modern fiction," to "I LOVE Frisch, have you read..."

Picture this: a man lands himself in jail, far from his supposed home, accused of being someone else. People from this man's past begin showing up to the jail, but he claims not to know who they are. As these people recount stories of his apparent past to him, he forms his own judgments on the man everyone believes him to be. Is he really the man who everyone thinks he is, or an identical look-alike? Has he suffered from a sudden fugue, or is he an impeccable liar?

If you are the kind of person who needs a resolution to a story, something to tie it all together in a nice little package and make sense of everything, this book is not for you. I highly recommend this book for book clubs; it's so controversial, it's not unusual for one person's conclusions to sound remarkably different from a friend's. The one thing everyone will probably agree on is that this suspenseful mystery is nevertheless exciting from beginning to end.

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Paradise Lost The question of the book, as I understand, is: Do we exist by oneself, entitative only from our minds and thoughts and memory. Or is it substantial necessary, to be kept in someone's mind or be recalled in one's memory, to be a completed person. Stiller copes himselve, but the society does insirtent that a person only exist within its relationships.


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