...a deathly serenade...

human condition, but the truth is that we have
similar thoughts, that's why people feel guilty
when they read my books sometimes, as the
laughter and poignancy comes without a polite
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AA knock (laughs)."
It was always apparent to myself that Franz
was unique, I instantly knew this, and after the
third manuscript submission, found him
unflinching and a talent. Many others felt this way
too, especially after the feminist lobby found
sections of his work as misogynist, difficult, and
wrong. Answering the question of whether he felt
that a subject was just off-bounds, I found his
response typically veracious and perhaps the most
indignant he ever seemed: "I don't feel afraid to
touch any topic, if you can call it such, I've been
accused of many many things: you're assaulting
this, you're assaulting that, but it is apparent that
in reality, I of course provoke, but whom? Let me
tell you who I provoke! I provoke the hypocrites, I
provoke the feminist that reads my books and
laughs, but then reads one line can't differentiate
between fiction anymore and decides that I am
pig. Or that I am beautiful. Nonsense! Both ways.
Like I said before I don't care about critics, I
rarely read them…..as to me Art, or my Art is like
this: someone tells another a real happening,
maybe they were nearly knocked over whilst
stoking their pussy cat or touching their vagina,
and the person you have communicated this story
to turns around and says: "Well, I thought the
first section of this story could use some extra
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