Notebooks of Malte Laurids Briggs, The

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I read this strange book to satisfy my curiosity after picking it up at random in a used bookstore. Even as I read the last few pages, I'm still not sure how to classify it. It is probably existentialist, if that nebulous term has meaning. Rilke himself is hard to classify. He is wholly original Bohemiam mystic poet, self-taught, and that is why I am drawn to him. Reading this lead me to Letters to a Young Poet, which I recommend much more highly than Notebooks of M.L. Brigge for it's practical wisdom. Notebooks is a smattering of imagery and philosophic reflection, skipping between past and present with no discernible plot, which is why it is a journal and not a novel. There are parts I reread a few times sensing some deep meaning but really not sure what it was. It it matters, I am the same age as the fictional author, 28.