[Iyer] is a deeply elegiac satirist... He manages to both send up intellectual life and movingly lament its erosion."
—New York Times
Longlisted for the Folio Prize
“Outstanding... [Iyer] appears to be in the process of creating his own personal genre, one in which the workings of his mind are on display far more brilliantly than anything as piddling as a plot... Almost every individual page is a pleasure, and that is more than enough reason to keep reading him."
“An absolutely exquisite, elegant novel, with a cadence and rhythm all its own."
—Emily St. John Mandel's A Year in Reading, The Millions
“One of the funniest books of the year, this philosophical bildung shows that intellectuality can be poignant, especially when its couched within a campus novel."
—Flavorwire, 50 Best Independent Fiction and Poetry Books of 2014
“Stunning. Wittgenstein Jr. is Iyer’s strongest book to date. He has again managed to write a book that’s funny, unexpected, and profound, and his prose is suffused with a calm beauty."
—Emily St. John Mandel, The Millions
“It’s a triumph that Iyer pulls off this high-wire act so brilliantly. It’s irreverent, smart, and off-kilter."
—John Yargo, The Millions
One of BuzzFeed's Most Beautiful Book Covers of 2014
One of GQ's 8 Books You Need to Know in September
“A funny, smart, and somewhat insane campus novel, perfect for anyone’s back-to-school hijinks.”
—Flavorwire, 10 Must-Reads for September
“Iyer's prose is never any less stark than it can be, building a sharp momentum that brings the boys and their professor to a surprising yet fitting conclusion."
—AskMen.com, Recommended Reading for September
“Depression, sadness, gloom--these three themes permeate the novel, and the subtle prose conveys them with deftness."
“Meanwhile, the novel is in crisis – and I intend that as a compliment. In other words, the books that are asking what a novel might be …[including] Lars Iyer’s Wittgenstein Jr – are by far the best."
—Gaby Wood's Best Books of 2014, The Telegraph (UK)
“As finely put together as a watch, Wittgenstein Jr is a playful book of ideas by a brilliant man."
—Elisabeth Donnelly, The Morning News
“Wittgenstein Jr really is very good entertainment -- enjoyable reading, with just the right touch of gravity, good fun, but with a sense of the almost-profound in the shadows."
“Iyer’s lyrical novel unfolds like a prose poem, in fragments and scenes, compressed images and emotion, with rhythm and repetition that pull the reader through the novel... It is at turns a novel about England, the university, youth, madness, philosophy, love, which, when summed up, becomes a coming-of-age novel."
“Fascinating... A doomy, hilarious, thoughtful Cambridge comedy with a tone somewhere between Philosophical Investigations and Porterhouse Blue, as a bunch of dreadful modern undergrads struggle to make sense of a tragic, saintlike tutor who is not Wittgenstein, or not exactly."
—Sunday Telegraph (UK), Best Books of 2014
“Superbly done… Iyer wins on laughs.”
—the Guardian (UK)
One of the Telegraph's Best Novels of the Year!
“One of Britain's best new voices."
—The Bookseller (UK), Books of the Year
“A twitchy philosophy professor arrives at Cambridge on the brink of either total enlightenment or a mental breakdown. His new students, a hapless bunch of over-privileged boozers and junkies, turn up to class to observe their tutor’s rambling, paranoid disintegration. All ends well though, with an unexpected spot of non-theoretical romance.”
—Verso (UK), Books of the Year
“It isn’t really a novel, or not only a novel. It’s more interesting than that… Iyer has compiled an idiosyncratic – and surprisingly tender – paean to love and learning."
—Times Literary Supplement
“Wittgenstein Jr is as much a satire on the contemporary academy as it is an existential novel of ideas. But is is also a love story. Ultimately it's a novel about the idea of philosophy, about what Wittgenstein's students call 'the romance of learning' and that all-consuming erotic yearning for knowledge that you sometimes experience as an undergraduate. It is also an elegiac book."
—the Telegraph (UK)
“Iyer’s work proposes a visibly different sort of British literature to that which dominates the discourse… The author has set an alternative path for himself, producing books you can read in an afternoon but think about for a year.”
—the Independent (UK)
“Wittgenstein Jr wants thought to ‘tear out our throats’ and his fulminations against ‘English lawn’ dons who facilitate the monetisation of Cambridge provide the angriest, funniest monologues... Right now, Iyer’s novel insists, utopian thought remains an urgent necessity."
—New Statesman (UK)
“Written in Iyer’s now unmistakable musical prose Wittgenstein Jr provides a wonderful character study of one of the greatest philosophers of modern times, a hilarious take on modern life inside academia, a set of profane t-shirt slogans and a whole lot more besides."
“His cartoon of campus life is one of the joys of Iyer's new-found freedom."
—Steve Mitchelmore, This Space
“Without shortcuts, [Iyer] tries to show not only what is lost in the modern world, but what remains—what his characters retain even through their despair, because of their despair, even if they don’t know it. One might call it hope... Wittgenstein Jr walks a line between cynicism and optimism, between the laughable and the serious...I, for my part, found it hilarious."
One of Publishers Weekly's Big Indie Books of Fall 2014
"Iyer already has a reputation for combining brainy dialogue with madcap action, but the triumph of his latest (and best) novel is that the cartoon turns out to have real substance."
—Publishers Weekly, starred review
"A droll love story... Existential angst is rarely this entertaining."
"With their ingenious blend of philosophical dialogue and vaudevillian verve, Iyer’s trilogy, Spurious, Dogma and Exodus, earned a cult following. Wittgenstein, Jr. compacts Iyer’s concerns into a single campus novel, set at early 21st-century Cambridge. It should serve as an ideal introduction to his work."
—The Millions, Most Anticipated Books for the second half of 2014
Praise for Lars Iyer’s trilogy:
“It’s wonderful. I’d recommend the book for its insults alone.”
—Sam Jordison, The Guardian
—New York Times Book Review
“I’m still laughing, and it’s days later.”
—Los Angeles Times
—San Francisco Chronicle
“A tiny marvel . . . [A] wonderfully monstrous creation.”
—Steven Poole, The Guardian
“This novel has a seductive way of always doubling back on itself, scorching the earth but extracting its own strange brand of laughter from its commitment to despair.”
An enigmatic young philosophy lecturer infuriates, intrigues and ultimately beguiles his Cambridge University students in this droll love story about logic and learning from Iyer (Philosophy/Newcastle Univ.; Exodus, 2013, etc.). Wittgenstein Jr. is the name they give him. Their choice is inspired more by his dress and manner than his looks or accent, but like his namesake, he's obsessed with logic. He's also brilliant, and as he strives to instil philosophical thought in them, they struggle to keep up. "His classes are just a series of remarks, separated by silences. Ideas, in haiku-like sentences, full of delicate beauty and concision," notes the narrator, Peters, as their meanings whizz over his head. Peters is a final-year undergraduate, and he sets a spry tone as he chronicles his classmates' extracurricular high jinks, which are fueled by a fear of life after graduation and a stupefying quantity of booze and pharmaceuticals. (Preparing for a toga party, they down something called a Black Zombie, made of vodka, gin, tequila, Bacardi, pastis and Coke.) Meanwhile, Cambridge is depicted as a shell of its historical self, desiccated by bureaucracy and posh boys with no real intellectual zeal. Iyer's is also a Cambridge with markedly little room for women, though this detail goes curiously uncommented upon. As the product of a modest home in Northern England, Peters doesn't quite belong, and maybe that's why Wittgenstein eventually reaches out to him, drawing him closer than he ought. The lecturer's obsession with logic turns out to be rooted in a family tragedy that threatens to engulf him; in striving to save him, Peters learns a very adult lesson about what it means to love. Pieced together from terse vignettes and enlivened with a liberal scattering of exclamation points, the novel teeters between exaggerated gloom and moments of true tenderness. Existential angst is rarely this entertaining.