In Memoriam Imre Kertész


In Memoriam Imre Kertész

De Hongaarse auteur en winnaar van de Nobelprijs voor Literatuur Imre Kertész is op 86-jarige leeftijd overleden. Kertész overleed volgens het Hongaarse staatspersbureau MTI na een lang ziekbed. Imre Kertész werd geboren op 9 november 1929 in Boedapest. Zie ook alle tags voorImre Kertész op dit blog en ook mijn blog van 9 november 2010

Uit: Fateless

“I took my own steps. No one else did. And I remained honest in the end to my given fate. The only stain or beauty flaw, I might say the only incorrectness, that anyone could accuse me of is maybe the fact that we are talking now. But thatis not my doing. Do you want all this horror and all my previous steps to lose their meaning entirely? Why this sudden turn, why this opposition? Why can’t you see that if there is such a thing as fate, then there is no freedom? If, on the other hand,” I continued, more and more surprised at myself and more and more wound up, “if, on the other hand, there is freedom, then there is no fate. That is,” and I stopped to take a breath, “that is, we ourselves are fate.” I recognized this all of a sudden and with such clarity that I had never seen before. I was a little sorry that I was only facing them and not someone more intelligent-let’s say, more worthy opponents. But they were the ones who were here, at that moment, and at any rate they were the ones who had also been there when we were saying good-bye to my father.
They too had taken their steps. They too knew. They too had seen ahead. They too had said good-bye to my father as if we were already hurrying out. Later, all they fought about was whether I should take the local tram or the local bus on the way to Auschwitz. At this point not only Uncle Steiner but also Uncle Fleischmann jumped up. He tried to restrain Uncle Steiner but was no longer able. “What?” he screamed at me, his face crimson-red and his fist beating against his chest. “What? Are we now the guilty ones-we, the victims?” I tried to explain to him: “It’s not that this is a sin. We ought to simply, modestly recognize it for the sake of our honor, so to speak.”
They had to try to understand that they couldn’t take everything away from me. It couldn’t be that I was either the victim or the vanquished, that I couldn’t be right and that I couldn’t have been mistaken, that I was not the reason or the result of anything. I almost begged them to understand this. I couldn’t simply swallow this silly bitterness simply for the sake of be- coming innocent again.”


Imre Kertész (9 november 1929 – 31 maart 2016)