Thanks to a Reclam shopping spree, I am now catching up with some German literature I somehow managed to miss all these years.

I loved “Werther.” It’s confessional, it’s sad, and it’s oh-so-romantic. It’s also extremely sharp and full of eminently quotable passages. Go Goethe.

If you read German, you can get the whole thing online, sign up to get email from Werther himself, or, should you be so inclined, read some analysis and find out about the wave of suicide the book caused in the 18th century.

Poor, poor Werther.