|This one… what an odd read. Definitely amongst the saddest books I’ve read, but near the end, I started thinking about [b:Der Fremde Freund / Drachenblut
||Der Fremde Freund / Drachenblut
||1506667] (in English), which resonated so much more deeply with me. Everyman’s main character is at first almost relatable, but by the end of the book, there’s a feeling that all of the sadness is entirely physical in nature - that he’s caring so much about his body without any real plans of what to do with it, and without a shred of caring for other people. Roth plays with this in the last scene - in which the gravedigger is a far more relatable character, and someone who has a really different feeling on the passing of life.