Maybe this is an existentialist novel before the genre of existantialist novels even existed? In this 1933 Czech novel the author Kopta brings together several strong seasonings: Love and death, war and labour, adultery and miscarriage. Enough to elaborate on the "thrownness" of human beings into existence - and as the title ("Adolf waits for death") already suggests also about the ending of existence. The prose of Kopta is plain and factual on the surface, yet blurry on the boundary between waking and dreaming.