qIt was...unnecessary for me to fret about who the murderer was: Everybody was.q A haunting, never-before-translated, autobiographical novella by the 2002 Nobel Prize winner. An unnamed narrator recounts a simple anecdote, his sighting of the Union Jackathe British Flagaduring the Hungarian Revolution of 1956, in the few days preceding the uprising's brutal repression by the Soviet army. In the telling, partly a digressive meditation on qthe absurd order of chance, q he recalls his youthful self, and the epiphanies of his intellectual and spiritual awakeningaan awakening to a kind of radical subjectivity. In his Nobel address Kertesz remembered: qI, on a lovely spring day in 1955, suddenly came to the realization that there exists only one reality, and that is me, my own life, this fragile gift bestowed for an uncertain time, which had been seized, expropriated by alien forces, and circumscribed, marked up, brandedaand which I had to take back from 'History', this dreadful Moloch, because it was mine and mine alone...q The Contemporary Art of the Novella series is designed to highlight work by major authors from around the world. In most instances, as with Imre KertAcsz, it showcases work never before published; in others, books are reprised that should never have gone out of print. It is intended that the series feature many well-known authors and some exciting new discoveries. And as with the original series, The Art of the Novella, each book is a beautifully packaged and inexpensive volume meant to celebrate the form and its practitioners.Around that time there also appeared a book by the author of The Blood of the Walsungs, a volume of essays, in which there was ... essay on Goethe and Tolstoy was tucked under my arm all the time and everywhere I went: it was with me when I boarded trams, went ... was later to become memorable, a day that I or anybody else could hardly have guessed would turn into that particular memorable day.
|Title||:||The Union Jack|
|Publisher||:||Melville House - 2013-07-09|