Man the Creator
I have recently been on a Max Frisch tear lately. In the past four weeks I have gone from having been completely unaware of the author to having read all of his works but two "novels" and the two volumes of Sketchbooks. Needless to say, I am quite awed by his unique approach to the novel, and endlessly charmed by his quirky openness. I feel, in ways, that I have made a new friend.
Homo Faber is truly not my favorite of his works, though it is regarded as his best, most popular novel, and was even made into a film. Rather, I find Homo Faber a great place for one to start reading his work. All of his novels, and plays, are very heavily connected, very personal. This explains why I put the word novel in quotations above. There is little fiction here, and his neurosis and thoughts, desires, doubts, all are out in the open and clearly communicated; examined and weighed and never apologized for or excused.
This is a must-read, among better in his ouevre, of modern man and our dilemma of being, and of being moral.