The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1774) - The famous epistolary novel which apparently touched a bunch of mopey young men as well in it's day and was a cultural phenomenon - copycat suicides, visiting the setting of the story as a young man - one can't help but cringe at how this book, considering the time when it was written, has probably influenced the forlorn lover archetype archetype, despite it's moments of absolute brilliance. The first two parts of the book reads as a series of letters from Werther to his friend Wilhelm, recounting his life and particularly, his love for Charlotte, a married woman who takes care of her younger siblings after the death of their mother. Contrary to a previously reviewed book - The Devil by Tolstoy - here, Werther waxes poetry about his obsession with Charlotte in flowery detail and waxes even more poetry about the despair he feels to the unrequited love. A sensitive and caring soul, Werther also genuiely becomes friends with her husband, Albert, who he holds in high-esteem, although his relationship with both naturally grows bleaker as he falls more deeply into a dangerous depression. There are lot of excellent and inspired moments - particularly, discussions or musings between Werther and Albert about the nature of man, passions, art, morality, etc. - that are a whole lot of fun to read. Goethe was a supremely skilled writer, that much is true, albeit at times, overly theatrical and due to living in 2017 and having seen this archetype over and over again through various works of art, one can't help but sometimes cringe at the over-the-top poetic distress of the main character. The description - the third part of the book is narrated by an editor - of Charlotte's actions and feelings through the last pages are breathtaking though, in contrast with Werther, especially since I have no idea if Goethe meant this - she comes across as a far more sympathetic and touching character than Werther does that is easier to be enthralled by, considering you eventually become numb to Werther speaking about her. It's a good read, both as a cultural artifact - a literary sensation for young men 300 years ago - and as a love story, especially if you like theatrical and flowery writing. It has it in spades. I like it in moderation, and it speaks to Goethe's talent that I never really tired of reading the book, despite feeling a bit numb by Werther's lovesick rantings at times.