As a modern reader, I found _Werther_ a bit of a slog. It's full of flowery, over-the-top language that induced some eye-rolling. Additionally, you can blame Goethe for the whiny emo-boys whose only mode of art-making seems to be self-indulgent, navel-gazing confessionals. Yes, I blame Goethe. However, it is interesting as the first novel to take the feelings of the artist as art's subject (in and of itself, not a bad thing), and as a study in depression, I found it sensitive and ahead of its time. And I'm not against subjectivity in general. It's hard to know what art would look like today without Goethe. I'm interested to read more, perhaps I'll try _Iphigenia in Tauris_?