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It's 1989 and, whenever he isn't hanging out in the local bars, Herr Lehmann lives entirely free of responsibility in the bohemian Berlin district of Kreuzberg. Through years of judicious sidestepping and heroic indolence, this barman has successfully avoided the demands of parents, landlords, neighbours and women. But suddenly one unforeseen incident after another seems to threaten his idyllic and rather peaceable existence. He has an encounter with a decidedly unfriendly dog, his parents threaten to descend on Berlin from the provinces, and he meets a dangerously attractive woman who throws his emotional life into confusion.
Berlin Blues is a richly entertaining evocation of life in the city and a classic of modern-day decadence
The prose is well written and flows nicely, the plot and "hero" meander around Berlin aimiably and aimlessly, and while I've enjoyed it, unless something happens in the last 20 pages, I'm going to reach the end and go "And...?"
And... guess what? Of course something happens before the end, something blindingly obvious with hindsight, that puts everything else into context. Is that too much of a spoiler?