Have I read this before: Nope.

Review: Bartleby is a fart, but a relatable fart. I can absolutely see how his actions can be interpreted as representing the symptoms of depression, especially at the end when his actions (or lack thereof) lead to a very serious consequence. You also get the feeling that the narrator empathizes and almost identifies with Bartleby, which may suggest the interpretation that Bartleby is acting as a physical representation of the narrator’s psyche.

Favorite Part: How often the narrator just freaking screams at Bartleby to try to get him to do anything (before eventually giving up with that avenue, seeing that it’s not effective).

Rating: 5/10