In the hazily autobiographical novel Fiasco, Imre Kertész describes the return of his surrogate-protagonist György Köves from the German concentration camps after World War II to his native Hungary, now a communist satellite state. A writer (though he declines the title) putters around his apartment in present-day (1980s) Budapest feeling compelled to write another novel after his previous novel (Kertészs Fatelessness) is rejected by publishers, but lacking a clear objective. Eventually, in a sort of blind momentum, he begins the new novelthis novel Fiasco which then becomes informed by the authors earlier musings on writing. The writer writes a novel about Köves, who himself becomes a writerbut accidentally. At times were not quite sure if only we the readers are confused about this world Kertész has created or if Köves shares our disorientation. Side Note: Melville House (publishers of Fiasco) has some of the worst proofreaders in the publishing industry.
Kitap kabaca iki hikâyeden oluuyor: lk hikâye, ba kahramanmz Yal Adam'n bir roman yazmaya çalmasn ve Kadersizlik'i yaz sürecinde yaadklarn, yaynevinden reddediliini anlatyor. Burada yazarn tuhaf bir üslubunun olduunu net bir ekilde görüyoruz. Burada da otobiyografik bir anlat var, Steinig'in yazarn gençlii olduunu söyleyebiliriz. Burada Kafkaesk bir anlat görüyoruz, ki ben sevmezdim, Kertész ile bak açm deiti. Steinig'in o kadar saatten sonra indii yer yine Budapete oluyor, ama Budapete olmayan bir Budapete. Romann sonuna kadar Steinig neredeyse hiçbir eye karar veriyor. Kitab okumadan çok önce düündüüm ve söylediim bir eyi kitapta da gördüm, ama daha önce tam olarak bunu düündüüm için Kertész'in azndan kendi fikrimi mi görmek istedim, yoksa ayn eyi mi düünüyoruz emin olamadm. Kitabn sonlarndaki Ben Cellat bölümünde hem madurun, hem suçlunun her zaman birey olamam insan olduuna dair bir çkarm vard. Cellat, otuz bin kiiyi öldürmü bir cellat hem katil, hem de madur olduunu nasl söyler? Bir insan nasl Nazi olur? Nazi olanlar ekstra kötü insanlar mdr, bir insan yaradltan kötü olabilir mi? Kitabn içinden bunlara basit, ama çok ar bir cevap çkyor: Sradan insan, ortalamay oluturan insan, ki yalnzca iktidar olmak zorunda deil, kart cephelerle birlikte -en küçük gruplar dahil, bir ülkenin %99'undan bahsediyoruz, hiçbir zaman hareketlerine kendi bana karar veremez. Bu yüzden ite, bu iin doas gerei onun yerine karar verilir. Steinig, yani Imre Kertész diyor ki "Ben bir roman yazmak zorundaym!" Ve önemli olann bir ürün olarak roman deil, yazarn yazarken yaadklar olduunu söylüyor. Yani Kertész kendi olmann, birey olmann yolunu yazar olmakta buluyor ve bir roman yazyor.
- I read Être sans destin', Kertész's first novel which dealt, in a semi biographical way, with his experience as a fourteen year old in Nazi concentration camps. Here we meet 'le vieux', the old guy, a writer trying to come up with a new idea for a novel. He pulls out the rejection letter he has received for his first book (Être sans destin?)and reads it. It tells the story of a man named Koves who returns to Budapest from somewhere and seems to enter a Kafkaesque world of Eastern European Communist bureaucracy and every new author's nightmare of being published. It is here that Kertész reveals the absurdist theme that frames the existential angst that pervades the novel. Having read and enjoyed 'The Trial' and 'The Castle', I felt that Kertész was carried away with Kafka's style and that this detracted from his own writing style that was so enjoyable in 'Être sans destin'.
Dank zahlreicher Manierismen ist das erste Drittel keine leichte Lektüre, andererseits liefert es im ersten Roman nicht aufgenommene Themen, holt die Einordnung des eigenen Überlebens in den Kontext der Judenvernichtung nach und bietet auch bezeichnende Momente aus de Leben nach dem Lager. Dieser halbe Schelmenroman um den Misfit Steinig ist ein harter Brocken voll von existenzialistischem Geschwafel und schwerblütigem Symbolismus, die Auflösung der letzten 25 Seiten mit der Neudeutung des Mythos von Sysiphos setzt alles in ein verklärendes Licht, zumal sich zuletzt auch einige Rätsel auflösen. So entpuppt sich Steinigs Freund Felsen am Ende als der in Holland erfolgreiche Humorist, während Steinigs Vermieterin mit dem schrecklichen Sohn vermutlich eine bei der Mutter verbrachte Restkindheit des Autors symbolisiert.
Supongo que por eso me da esa sensación de perder la libertad, o más bien, perder la posibilidad de decidir, porque todo está pasando sin que él entienda por qué.
Carte che custodiscono le poesie delladolescenza. Carte su cui si è cercata una via duscita in un momento di crisi.
Less of an intense reading experience than the first when our boy hero Koves describes turning 15 in Auschwitz. Köves nodded a few times, slowly, with the sympathetic, rather long face of someone who, while of course not regarding it as right, also does not find it particularly unusual that someone, as Mrs. Weigand put it, was carted off and perished at their hands, and who will make do with the dead without expecting further illumination as to the details; the womans tense face, on the other hand, gradually relaxed and slackened, as if she had grown weary of the silence which had descended on them, or perhaps suspected him of harboring a secret complicity woven between them, as it were, by their silence. the department head leaned over the desk toward Köves, his face unexpectedly softening and sagging, his mouth opening slightly, his eyes staring confusedly at Köves from under the cap: What do you mean, No? There was a momentary pause as a slightly care-laden expression flitted across his face, then, overcoming his doubts as it were, he slowly raised his blue gaze and trained it straight on Köves: Thats precisely why were posting you over there, he went on, so that you will become suited, and now it was Kövess turn to lean forward in his chair in surprise. Finally: Essentially, or so it seemed to Köves, what they were concerned about here was much the same, with the appropriate modifications, of course: more particularly, it was as if people in the Ministry for Production had woken up to the fact that production was, it seemed, far from the natural activity that for a long time they had thought it was, but was actually an extraordinary, heroic undertaking, indeed vocation, that the public at large, and even the workers themselves, were not fully alive to; they just did the work, but effectively without being aware of what they were doing, and it was the senior staffers duty that is to say, now his as well, it dawned on Köves with a shudder to awaken a sense of self-esteem in them, and of public esteem toward them.