I am about to be finished with "Als wir träumten" (When We Were Dreaming) by Clemens Meyer, which is a novel about a group of boys growing up in Leipzig shortly after the German reunification. It's basically all about drinking a lot (!), fighting and fucking. Some drugs and techno, too. Think a German trainspotting, basically.
Well, I say it's all about that, but it's not. Those are things that happen. But there is a deep veneer of sadness, of loss throughout the novel, a fierce desire to be something other than you are, for beauty and friendship and happiness in a world that is entirely bleak and ruled by egotism and anger. It is also a romance, or more accurately there is a love story in there that is mostly notable through the pain of its having ended badly.
It's very good; this guy can really write, and unfortunately that doesn't come around all that often these days in German literature. There is no English translation, but if anyone's interested, his short stories are out in English:
That sounds pretty good, too; I already ordered it.