Telemachus’s Reviews > Grand Hotel Europa > Status Update

Genuinely not sure if the narrative self-awareness is what saves this from being absolutely insufferable, or if the very same self-awareness contributes to a kind of wanky, smug insufferableness

Still on the fence about whether my discomfort from reading this is the result of authorial intent, because I suspect that Pfeijffer is both talented and self-aware enough to do this on purpose as part of the point he is making, or if the whole effect was entirely unintentional on his part. Guess what I’m saying is that I’m still not entirely sure what kind of book this is meant to be and how deep the irony goes

Certain jarringly awkward descriptions of sex detract somewhat from my overall enjoyment of the novel. Please tell me why Pfeijffer thought it was a good idea to write the sentence «I fitted inside her like an adult finger in a baby’s fist»