“Everybody knows you shouldn’t mix therapy and real life; look what happened to good Jung.”
Seventy-two years past, half a century of practice and eight hundred interviews remaining before the closure of his practice: this is what remains of the career path of a psychoanalyst at the end of his career. But the unexpected arrival of one last patient, Agathe Zimmermann, a German woman with an apple smell, turns everything upside down. Fragile and transparent as glass, she has lost the will to live. Agathe is the story of a small miracle, the meeting of two empty beings who fill up again. Anne Cathrine Bomann has written an intelligent and unexpected novel, tenderly dissecting human anxieties: to be, to become someone, to desire and to grow old. Would it be possible to finally discover what we are really afraid of?
