(New Directions, 2019)
Translated by Mark Hutchinson
« And that’s how I became a writer. Because of THE FOOL and the tactics I employed to escape his clutches. It wasn’t much fun. It took me a long time, in fact – really, a very long time – to escape his destructive, murderous clutches. Twenty years on, it makes my head swim when I think of the childlike ruses I adopted to pull the wool over his eyes. First it was the moped, then later – ten years later – the car. Apart from writing a story, there’s nothing I like better than driving a car, alone. Each time, I escape – even if I’m only going round the corner – each time, I live through spring, the apple trees in blossom, I’m born again, I come back to life. Every summer, driving a car is my
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