I liked Jenny Erpenbeck's "The Old Child" (see my review), but was often irritated by "Visitation", by the "poetic" prose with its mannerisms (including many commas where there should be full stops) and repetitiveness, by the pointlessly unchronological nature of the narrative particularly pointless, and by the rather arch way in which explanations are delayed or occasionally withheld altogether. Most of the characters are given no names, so it often takes time to work out to whom "he" or "she" refers; and in any case only a few of them are interesting or have any personality.
That said, there are a couple of graphic and powerful passages.
On a plot of land on the banks of a beautiful lake east of Berlin is sold off some time before 1933 in three parcels: one to a Jewish clothmaker who builds a house on it; the second to a Berlin architect who does likewise; a third to a coffee and tea importer. The novel then describes (as I said, it unchronological order), the harrowing fate of the Jewish family; the architect acquires their house, too. (We are never told what happens on the third plot). Then the war breaks out; and by the end of it the Russians reach the area: the architect was away at the time, but his wife was not.
Other tenants and sub-tenants float through the properties, each with their own story of what had happened to them under the Third Reich, the war, the DDR, or after reunification. The only continuity is the natural scenery, represented, I thought, by the taciturn Gardener who appears in every other chapter and whose seasonal activities are described repetitively. Towards the end of the book the Gardener fades away and the human constructs - the gardens and the buildings, both of which have frequently and repetitively described in great detail - decay and so does the house. Obviously a metaphor for something or other. I have obviously missed a lot of what is supposed to be the point of this book which has won such high praise from so many reviewers.