In his first book, Philipp Tingler describes his life as a university student and assistant at the Zurich School of Economics with pointed maliciousness and biting sarcasm. Amused and jaded, he comments on shopping at the corner store, partying, watching TV, drinking coffee at Sprüngli’s, his relationship with Rich, his friendship with Franziska, Oliver and Ursula, and Ralph. Sometimes he’s a curmudgeonly dandy, occasionally a tearful hypochondriac. With serene irony and surprising calm, he bemoans and mocks the pain inflicted on him by the profoundly banal dramas of everyday life.