This is not a book, this is life. Frankfurter Allgemeine Sonntagszeitung. Should he write something autobiographical or perhaps a novel set in East Germany? The nameless first-person narrator of May, June, July wanders through a German metropolis in the mid-1980s, where everyone talks about pop, sex, and soul. He wants to become a great writer, but he still struggles to get out of bed and suffers from depression. Weeks and months pass, and yet another day is lost because he doesn't have any typewriter paper on hand. However, he knows what must not be included: no damn good literature, no monomania, no excesses, no depth, no pretentious yuppie writing. According to the Frankfurter Allgemeine Sonntagszeitung, May, June, July belongs alongside other classics—books that may not appear in Marcel Reich-Ranicki's canon but possess depth.