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I am a left-handed woman.

I was born in the winter/spring when the author wrote this book. But not in Paris, where he wrote it.

Do I need more connection to it? Does Handke need any connection to his story, or his characters? Isn't everything meaningless, lonely, randomly thrown together, or held together by unimportant circumstances?

Are we happy alone or in company? Are we happy? Why would we want to leave each other? Or stay together?

A woman (left-handed, presumably, although she uses a typewriter that makes her feel pain in her wrist joints) spontaneously leaves her husband and tries to live life on her own, drifting from one day to the next, feeling good sometimes, and horrifyingly lonely at other times. My latent thought is: exactly as she would if she stayed in her relationship.

Boredom, pain, aggression, occasional happiness and freedom. Time passes. Slowly.

What would change the situation?

"If he loved me when I am not dependent on him anymore."

I wonder if that is true. Women's eternal dilemma.

I am a left-handed woman typing on a computer. My left-handedness doesn't show that often anymore. Handke captures a question in the air, and he leaves it there - blowing bubbles of words to give it temporary company.

Plop! Another one burst. The question lingers...

PS: A Nobel Prize wasted! The world is full of writers that are AT LEAST as talented as the out-of-date Mr Handke, and they don't fit the disappointingly boring framework of being a white male European with a tendency to choose their politics to fit their inflated ego!