Wittgenstein's Nephew

Wittgenstein's Nephew - David McLintock, Thomas Bernhard I really disliked this book. It was like being at a cocktail party and getting stuck talking to someone who is really really really smug and self-satisfied, mainly because they know someone who was related to someone, and then just keeps emphatically insisting that the person they knew was just so terribly interesting and crazy and really emphatically interesting, and how terribly much they had in common with each other, but doesn't even give one single interesting story or description. And then talks about their own masterpiece, which was only a flop because the actors and the audience were too stupid to understand it. And then repeats it all over and over. And over. Emphatically.