>> Sunday, 31 January 2010
From time to time, I post some excerpts from my unpublished novella, or more likely sketches, similar to the drawing here. I made the drawing ages ago, but I would like my book to be alive and growing. While I ponder what to do with the novella — in the trash?, to glory? —, translating some of its fragments into English provides me new views on it, and it becomes more funny and unpredictable. I have put these excerpts under the label "my book" so that you can take a look at them any time. Here follows the latest rendering:
People used to say that Marta was a self-made woman. If there was anyone between the Northern Ranges and the Third Main Canal that thought otherwise, had never dared to say so. Thus everyone was in agreement on this point.
Robert liked Marta because she lived as she wanted, and because he was part of Marta's self-made life. Of course she could not choose Robert as her nephew, for example, neither the other members of the family as her relatives. But this was one of the many truths that Marta was not prepared to listen to. When hanging out with her, Robert noticed that, behind their conversation, she said other things quite important, pleasantly undefined, which meant more or less: "do not let them take it from you, boy. I do not think they have taken it from me. They made a mess of me, as you can see. But they did not take it from me."