Booker Prize 2025 voor David Szalay

De Hongaars-Britse schrijver David Szalay heeft de Booker Prize in de wacht gesleept voor zijn roman “Flesh”. De Hongaars-Britse schrijver David Szalay werd geboren in 1974 in Montreal, Canada, als zoon van een Canadese moeder en een Hongaarse vader. Zie ook alle tags voor David Szalay op dit blog.

Uit: Flesh

“When he’s fifteen, he and his mother move to a new town and he starts at a new school. It’s not an easy age to do that – the social order of the school is already well established and he has some difficulty making friends. After a while he does make one friend, another solitary individual. They sometimes hang out together after school in the new Western-style shopping mall that has just opened in the town.‘Have you ever done it?’ his friend asks him.
‘No,’ István says.
‘Me neither,’ his friend says, making the admission seem easy somehow. He has a simple and natural way of talking about sex. He tells István which girls at school he fantasises about, and what he fantasises about doing to them. He says that he often masturbates four or five times a day, which makes István feel inadequate since he usually only does it once or twice. When he admits that, his friend says, ‘You must have a weak sex drive.’
It may be true, for all he knows.
He doesn’t know what it’s like for other people.
He only has his own experience.
One day his friend tells him that he did it with a girl who lives on the other side of the train tracks.
The news is disorienting.
István listens while his friend describes, in some detail, what happened. He tries to work out if his friend is telling the truth or if he’s lying. Though he would prefer him to be lying, he thinks that he’s probably telling the truth. Some of the things he says seem too specific, too surprising, for him to have made them up.
Then, a few days later, he says he talked to the girl and she said she’d do it with István as well.
‘Seriously?’ István says.
‘Yeah,’ his friend says.
István doesn’t know if this means that the three of them will do it together, or just that he’ll do it with the girl on his own.
He is too unsure of himself to ask.
After school the same day, they walk across the footbridge over the train tracks.
It’s already getting dark.
They go down the metal steps on the other side of the footbridge and walk for a while until they arrive at a housing estate. It’s not dissimilar to the one where István and his mother live, only here the buildings, although also made of prefabricated concrete panels, are taller. At the entrance of one of them his friend enters the doorbell number of one of the flats.”