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My name is Suzanne Steinberg, I write books that hopefully other people can relate to.
on Jan. 06, 2015 :
An ambitious attempt from a fledgling writer who has decided to craft a semi-fictional bildungsroman for one of the philosophical greats from comparatively recent history. This should come as no surprise, as Steinberg’s aim is by no lower in her other works, using Freud and Jung as the focal point of additional fictional biographies. I cannot speak to the historical veracity of the work beyond what Wikipedia can tell me, but any liberties taken are extrapolations based upon what (at the least) internet resources provide, the rest seems sound.
As a writer, Steinberg is one who aspires to profundity, insight, pathos, and all else one wants from a great work. This is apparent in her writing, which is passionate and earnest. Though it does not always hit the mark, at worst it strikes a glancing blow. In the opening pages alone, Steinberg finds a steady grip on irony, as anyone with an understanding of Nietzsche’s theological opinions will immediately identify.
This fictional work does not follow a linear timeline, which is by no means a requirement. It can be an effective method to tell a story, to showcase the development of a character by comparing the past to the present or the present to the future. The reader, like Billy Pilgrim, comes unstuck in time, and finds themselves ricocheting through the pinball machine of Nietzsche’s existence, disappearing into one hole to pop up unexpectedly somewhere else.
If one must find a flaw, it would be an absence of thrift. Steinberg is in no hurry to tell this tale and meticulously sculpts every wrinkle. If you decide to spend time with Steinberg’s Nietzsche, you can expect to be with him for a while. Of course, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
(reviewed within a week of purchase)