This book gives the genre of the novel a break. It breaks its boundaries and creates a completely unique format. A diary? Yes, but... Almost daily, between 2002 and 2008, Zschokke writes down what comes to his mind and needs to be captured: reflections on the world, time, literature, music, theater, and art: insults directed at colleagues, travel reports, and even political marginalia. But all of this is not meant for self-reflection; it has an addressee. What Zschokke notes is intended for a counterpart, his friend Niels. So, a letter novel in its modern form, the email? Yes, but... The emails, when they were written, were never intended for publication. This explains their freshness and spontaneity. The person writing them is an alert, amazed, mockingly ironic, and self-ironic individual. He asks something, either of himself or...