I got this in my local used book store today. The author was Austrian.

This memoir describes the author's friendship with an eccentric man. I found it interesting and entertaining in parts, and just odd in other parts. I finished it while on vacation, and it was good enough entertainment for some between times while traveling.

I will be counting this as my author from Austria in the Olympic Challenge, in which I'm reading works by authors from every country that participates in the Olympics.

Reserved for Hendertuckian

It has arrived in a box with a wide range of reading - thanks Hobbit
Once I picked up the book - I couldn't put it down. There are no chapters, no beginning no ending except at the end. Even time is not an acurate mesurement.
on its way to a new home

This book was received as a RABCK from hendertuckian. Thanks very much!

Not only no chapters, also no paragraphs! From what I read about the author after reading the book, I gather that it is autobiographical in that Bernhard did, indeed, suffer from a 'lung disease', tuberculosis, from which he eventually died. His obsession with death and dying can certainly be understood. Paul Wittgenstein (1842-1928) was a real person (and a relation of Ludwig Wittgenstein, though not actually his nephew).

Number 273 in the list of 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die.