Book Reviews - Review 209

(Qualifier: Ages since I read this.)

I think this is about an art expert who muses on the value, or valuelessness, of art in a monologue to a silent interlocutor. It is an ironic consideration of the limitations of art's role as a counterweight to the suffering of living.

The book aims to be philosophical, but I wasn't convinced it lived up to its ambitions. The general tone of it is the usual late Bernhard mixture of bile, humour and occasional humanity.