I read this only halfway so I can't rate it beyond that, except that I am a fan of Yalom's books on psychotherapy. I bought this blend of fact and fiction at a time when I wanted to know more about Sandor Firenczi and his approach to therapy vs Freud's.
Yalom, from his other books, is a firm believer in the therapist's role in, and the benefits he derives from his patient's therapy. At a time when I was in need of psychotherapy but the skills and experience of psychiatrists like Yalom was not available to me, my shrink gave me the next best thing: introduced me to Yalom's books. I devoured them.
I can credit Yalom with helping me in my journey of self-understanding and with helping me live in a world that will never understand or accept all of me, just as I won't others.
Or even care.
Still, even halfway through When Nietzsche Wept, I couldn't help but think what a lot of ado about nothing. Chill, Nietzsche.