Manfred, as my inner German child insists on being called, has spent all day reading the end of Timm Thaler oder Das verkaufte Lachen. Since we share the same body, this means that I've also spent all day reading it. I kept dropping hints that I had work to do, but he pretended not to listen.
"Okay, what did you think?" I ask, when we finally put it down around 10 pm.
"It was amazing!" sighs Manfred, as he simultaneously smirks and wipes a tear from our right eye.
"You think everything's amazing," I say shortly. I'm quite annoyed about losing all that work time. "It's just a YA version of Faust with a happy ending. And the plot twist is pretty silly, you can see it coming a mile off. There's a reason why it's never been translated, you know."
"You didn't get it," says Manfred in his insufferable teen way. "See, the big joke is that you can see right from chapter 2 that Timm has made a pact with the Devil. The author makes sure it couldn't be more obvious. Like, the Baron's name is 'Lefuet', when you read that backwards it's--"
"Yes, yes, yes," I groan. Why do teens always have to believe that adults are dumb?
"And the plot twist isn't silly," Manfred continues. "Like, that's obvious too. Anyone who stops and thinks about it for five minutes can see how Timm is going to be able to get his soul back. But he can't see it."
"So?" I ask.
"Well, isn't life like that?" asks Manfred. "Lots of people have made a pact with the Devil. They think everything is serious and important and they can't laugh any more. And they could get out of it easily, but they can't see the answer, even though it's right in front of them."
"How would you know?" I say uncertainly. I really shouldn't let him get to me like this. Manfred gives a rather affected laugh.
"I'm going to let you think about that," he says, with even more than his usual smugness. "Now post my review. I bet you pick up some votes."