There are no more biographies about any active politician. Now there’s another one coming. At least she pretends to be one. It’s about Mephistopheles and self-mystification. But above all it is about the author Klaus-Rüdiger Mai and his mental state.
Love letters come in different tones; they can be tender or desperate, seductive or excited, poetic or demanding. But you don’t often see a declaration of love in the form of an angry speech, and yet Sahra Wagenknecht has now received one, pressed between two book covers that say “The Communist”.