A review by infinimata
Berlin Alexanderplatz by Alfred Döblin

5.0

Knock off a star or two if you hate Joycean streams, but Döblin's book is the slyer, angrier, bitterer, more realistic cousin to "Ulysses". Dublin's fair city -- pfft, nothing doing. Berlin eats its young. It ate Franz Biberkopf and spat out a one-armed man who looks down and sees no bottom to hit when he falls. The city has teeth and so does the book. Let them rake over you. You'll bleed a little, but it'll be worth it.