I have to admit I had never heard of Wendy Lesser, but I came across this book in search of any and all books that deal with the topic of modern day Berlin, and so decided to give it a read. In many ways it is three books in one: the first part looking at the time in life in which she, for a few months, lived in Berlin. The second about why she was supposed to (but will not be) write a book about the philosopher David Hume. And the last part about dealing with the death of a close (yet problematic) friend. The verdict? The last section about the death of a friend, perhaps especially because it is something I am currently grappling with as well, was beautiful and insightful. The first part about Berlin was a mixed bag: some moments of great insight, and yet also so many moments in which Lesser seems frustratingly ignorant of German culture and therefore makes absurd statements (and also gets some facts wrong to the point where I had to wonder how they weren't caught). And yet, it still has valuable enough passages that I will be using it in on of my classes. The middle section about Hume? Informative, but could have been left out.
Overall, an odd book that is hard to pin down or describe, and one where it was easy to read a few pages and put it down and forget about it--- which isn't usually a compliment, but for this book, it somehow was. Every few pages there was something that just struck me as so important to life that I couldn't read on, but rather spent days dwelling on the passage.