It's a very good fictional novel about a Viennese doctor who Lou Salome gets Nietzsche to see. See, Salome feel guilty for driving Nietzsche to the brink of suicide--or so the story goes. It's amusing and well written. Here are a few excerpts:
He might, Breuer thought, have been speaking from a pulpit, exhorting a congregation--but, of course, his father had been a minister.
"Truth," Nietzsche continued, "is arrived at through disbelief and skepticism, not through a childlike wishing something were so! Your patient's wish to be in God's hands is not truth. It is simply a child's wish--and nothing more! It is a wish not to die, a wish for the everlasting bloated nipple we have labeled 'God'! Evolutionary theory scientifically demonstrates God's redundancy--though Darwin himself had not the courage to follow his evidence to its true conclusion. Surely, you must realize that we created God, and that all of us together now have killed him."
"Such fervor for the truth! Forgive me, Professor Nietzsche, if I sound challenging, but we afgreed to speak truthfully. Yiu speak about the truth in a holy tone, as if to substitute one religion for another. Allow me to play devil's advocate. Allow me to ask: Why such passion, such reverence for the truth? How will it profit my patient of this morning?"
"It is not the truth that is holy, but the search for one's own truth! Can there be a more sacred act than self-inquiry? My philosophical work, some say, is build on sand: my views shift continually. But one of my granite sentences is: 'Become who you are.' And how can one discover who and what one is without the truth?"
And the way Nietzsche dared to say things! Imagine! To say that hope is the greatest evil! That God is dead! That truth is an error without which we cannot live! THat the enemies of truth are not lies, but convictions! THat the final reward of the dead is to die no more! That physicians have no right to deprive a man of his own death! Evil thoughts! He had debated Nietzsche on each. Yet it was a mock debate: deep in his heart, he knew Nietzsche was right.
And Nietzsche's freedom! What would it be like to live as he lived? No house, no obligations, no salaries to pay, no children to raise, no schedule, no role, no place in society. There was something alluring about such freedom. Why did Friedrich Nietzsche have so much of it and Josef Breuer so little? Nietzsche had simply seized his freedom. Why can't I? groaned Breuer. He lay in bed growing dizzy with such thoughts until the alarm rang at six.
Even if your only vaguely familiar with Nietzsche, this book would prolly get a couple good laughs and more than a few thought provoking passages.