see Buenos Aires and remember

In the Argentinian metro, a beggar asks for a bottle of water and eleven cents. As he leaves the train, without having obtained anything, he says: “My solitudeit’s the world.” The narrator who tells this story then thinks : “This is a phrase that is not foreign to me.” She adds that in recent years she has had the persistent impression of being cut off from everything, of not finding her place anywhere. And she says: “I am always on the verge of renunciation of writing, renunciation ofto likehowever something obliges me to continue: I do not know what could be this strange force which pushes me to maintain the hope, the thirst – is this what we pompously call destiny?

Perhaps, before going any further, talking about the subject, the novelist, the style and other things, we should start by saying the feeling we get when reading Frederika Amalia’s third novel Finkelstein whose title is a kind of gospel: To love without knowing, to be without understanding. It is…