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This highly personal early novel reflects a crisis in Frisch's own life, and perhaps because of this intimate connection, he refused to allow it to be included in his Collected Works in the 1970s.

New York . . . I HATE IT. . . I LOVE IT. . . I DON'T KNOW. . ." These are the reflections of Max Frisch (1911-91) writing from his apartment in the Big Apple near the end of the twentieth century. Beginning in 1946 and continuing until his death at the age of eighty, the man whom many see as Switzerland's greatest writer kept a series of sketchbooks to record of his reactions to events of the time and people he encountered in his daily life. N...