"Verreist" is an unpredictable book. When Max Rüdlinger complains about partying mafiosos in Calabria, watches bullfighting with fascination in the Spanish Merindades, searches for his higher self in California, engages with the marmots of the Graubünden Alps, or goes for Indian food in London, the spirit of the seemingly wildly thinking actor is continuously on a journey in a tragicomic manner. The unshakeable core of these notes is Max Rüdlinger's humor. It is a subtle, winking humor that connects the banal with the profound and shapes them into a greater whole. Max Rüdlinger, an actor long subscribed to quirky bourgeois types and failed oddballs, not only demonstrates a self-ironic approach to himself but also to the entirety of human existence. "Verreist" is more, much more. Fifty years after Jac.