i read this book by elfriede czurda in a hebrew translation (could not find an english version), after a review which basically said you must read it.

it's a story about a social misfit woman who is struggling to live in the world by not experiencing it.. at the end she falls apart with dire consequences for her boyfriend.

it is hailed as a masterpiece, and it might as well be one. i don't think i can really appreciate it. i think it is meant to be read by the "literati", the type of people that can appreciate the symbolism, the meaning within the meaning, the hints and winks to other works of fiction, etc.. i am not one of these people. or maybe i was just not in a mood to read a book that required me to work so hard to understand what it really wants to say.