...IMRE KERTÉSZ SPEAKS TO HIMSELF
You used to sniff the strap of your wristwatch …
Yes, because somehow or other the whiff of freshly tanned leather reminded me of the smell that used to build up between the barrack blocks in Auschwitz. Slivers of reality like that are, of course, very important for fiction as well. But there is still a crucial difference in that while autobiography is a recollection of something, fiction creates a world of some kind.
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