Robert Walser (1878-1956) was born into a German-speaking family in Biel, Switzerland. He left school at fourteen and led a wandering, precarious existence while writing poems, novels, and vast numbers of the prose pieces that became his hallmark. In 1933 he abandoned writing and entered a sanatorium-where he remained for the rest of his life. Tom Whalen is a novelist, short-story writer, poet, critic, and the co-editor of the Robert Walser issue of the Review of Contemporary Fiction.
Everyone who reads Walser falls in love with him. --Nicholas Lezard, The Guardian Walser shows a delightful disregard for the established boundaries between reader and writer. Sometimes he hardly seems to be writing at all, but rather carrying on a conversation with himself, or simply spilling his thoughts onto paper. . . . His eyes are forever fresh, his mind never weary. --A. M. Kaempf, Los Angeles Review of Books [Robert Walser writes] with much softness, dreaminess, freedom, and the moral richness of one of those seemingly unprofitable, lazy days. --Robert Musil Walser was a favorite of Kafka, Musil, Mann and Sebald, beloved in part for what Hermann Hesse, another admirer, called the 'pure, sweet and ethereal' music of his prose. His miniatures account for some of the most sublimely joyful writing of the past century. --Sam Sacks, The Wall Street Journal