Actually, you’re completely right. It’s exactly like that. We’ve got the man who was born in Auschwitz, and then Judit, the woman who experiences Auschwitz through him and who attempts to find a conclusion to her own history. But then she escapes that world and marries a man who is untouched by totalitarianism. She decides to have children, and thus commits herself to life. That was the secret, the gesture—bearing children is the gesture that creates the possibility of continued life. Faced with choosing between life and death, she opts for life.
All right, that’s enough. That was my last interview.
Forever. Now it’s done.
Is there perhaps a redemptive quality to writing itself?
Not for everybody.
describing a character as ‘promiscuously dressed’; or describing a character as ‘Muslim-looking’?
(Yes, it’s marking time again.)