Makes You Glad You Never Wrote a Book

Self-important, pompous, pretentious, solipsistic, often obscure, sometimes barely coherent, [this] book seems to address itself only to those in the know.

Let's see, did I forget anything? Oh yes:

The translation ... renders these faults with exemplary accuracy.

That's Richard J. Evans ending s book review in the London Review of Books,12-14, 14 3 December 2009