What do you think?
Rate this book
224 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1964
‘I wonder what someone who could read my mind would think, if he were walking beside me now.�
This was a question he often asked himself. Occasionally, he would even play at making up problems for the unknown mind reader to solve. He would say all kinds of things to him; sometimes telling him the truth about himself, and at other times just being crude and insulting. Then, as if he were talking on the telephone, he would pause suddenly in his narrative and listen for a reply. Quite obviously he never got one.
‘He would probably think that I’m homosexual.�
But he wasn’t homosexual, he didn’t have a sufficiently religious mind for that. Every homosexual is a sort of would-be Christ. And Christ, Trelkovsky thought, was a homosexual whose eyes were larger than his belly’s appetite. People like that simply wanted to bleed for humanity; it was nauseating.
‘I suppose I think that way because I am a man, after all. God knows what I might think if I had been born a woman…�
اگر کتابی که می خوانیم با ضربه ای سنگین به جمجمهما� بیدارمان نکند، چرا باید آن را بخوانیم؟ که شادمان کند؟ ما می توانیم بدون این کتاب ها هم شاد باشیم. چیزی که ما احتیاج داریم کتابهای� ست که مثل واقعه ای وحشتناک بر ما نازل شوند. مثل زخم مرگ کسی که بیشتر از خودمان دوستش داریم یا مثل زمانی که در جنگلها� خالی از انسان گم شدهای�. کتابه� باید دیلمی باشند برای شکستن یخ درونما�. کافکا
“� un joven de unos treinta años, correcto, educado, que detestaba por encima de todo las complicaciones�Sobre la trama, mejor que se conformen con lo que se cuenta en la sinopsis, no quiero hurtarles ni una sola de las posibilidades que ofrece la novela. Sobre el tema principal, no hay uno solo, yo diría que es la sumisión al parecer ajeno y el miedo al otro, lo cual no puede estar más de actualidad. Sobre lo que se van a encontrar si toman la buena decisión de leerlo, solo les puedo decir lo que ya puse en mi comentario a “Acostarse con la reina y otras delicias� (perdón por la autocita, pero me parece una estupidez intentar buscar otra manera de decir lo mismo que, bien o mal, ya dije allí):
“A fuerza de tenerle por una víctima, podían llegar a convertirse en sus verdugos�