Wittgensteins Mätresse by David Markson

A solitary, unnamed narrator delivers a fragmented, often witty monologue cataloging memories, quotations and reflections on art, music, philosophy and history while convinced she is the last person alive. Through rapid-fire allusions, self-correction and digressive lists she meditates on language, memory, loneliness and the tenuousness of reality, revealing both erudition and deep emotional exhaustion. The result is a bleakly comic, experimental exploration of what remains of culture and meaning when human connection seems to have vanished.