A Dutch Underground Man, but nowhere near as scathing and psychologically probing as Dostoevsky's finer work. Still, Dutch existentialism has its own nuances, its own rhythms—and Coetzee is a masterful translator here. Many kudos to NYRB for reprinting this, but, in reality it is best read with the real Underground Man in mind—preferably after a long break away from Dostoevsky's text, or as a prefatory primer for virgin readers to the true Underground Man.

Despite all of his singular and cultural differences, which do make for interesting reading, Emants's narrator, Termeer, is a mere lackey to Dostoevsky's Underground Man, not to mention the Russian writer's more masterful—and even more terse—explorations of alienation, misanthropy, and utter annihilation combined with a psychological insight that makes Emants's work, while groundbreaking in its way, read like charcoal sketches held up beside a dizzyingly taut masterpiece. ( )

A psychological tour de force that is reminiscent of Dostoevsky, I found this as riveting as Hunger or Notes from Underground. Consider what you would do if you looked inside yourself and found you had no feelings at all. This is the state that the narrator contemplates and finds terrifying. ( )

This novel is a classic of Dutch literature. It is a psychological novel which deals with the guilt complex of the main character after committing a murder. ( )

I think the premise of this book was quite interesting, however, the character was so frustrating and obnoxious I found it utterly impossible to be the least bit sympathetic with him (and this coming from someone who could in fact sympathize with a lot of what he was feeling!), and hence was just very annoyed. That said, I do think it's worth reading. ( )

Thirty-five year old Willem Termeer is the narrator of this confession. He tells the reader right away on the first page that he has just murdered his wife. The rest of his "confession" is his decidedly one-sided summation of his life, for Willem assumes his auditor will be "...interested in the course of my development", that he will "...understand how different I seem to myself from the vast majority of people."

He then gives a self-serving account of his life from his entry into grade school forward. At times coloured by self loathing, at other times by empty bravado, Termeer shows himself as one of those weak whingeing creatures whom every bully recognizes on sight, and as the one no work team or social group would choose for a member. Throughout his life, he has done nothing but disappoint, often deliberately. He persists in seeing himself as a victim of circumstance, doing nothing to try to alter those circumstances.

Why read such a self analysis then? Well as J M Coetzee tells us in his introduction, Marcellus Emants was interested in psychology, in analyzing "the new sciences of heredity and psychopathology to explain human motivation". Coetzee sees Termeer's confession "...as a monument to himself, thereby turning a worthless life into art". No matter how despicable Termeer may have been as a person, no matter how disinclined the reader may be to empathize, Emants has done an excellent job of making the reader feel so strongly about such an odious and inconsequential person, and of having that person reveal himself so convincingly, and it is his writing that is the reward.