choosing books to read at random
and judging entirely by the titles,
authors and/or front covers,
I find strange correlations.
The novel before last turned out to be
to be about the organisation of Auschwitz
from a German perspective,
while the last book turned out
overlappingly to be about
fearful Switzerland during WW2
and the sending back (from 1938)
of Jewish refugees to Austria and Germany.
It also featured a 'failed' child pianist-prodigy
which was a main theme in the book
before the book before the last -
and both these novels had middle-aged
male homosensuality at the end.
All through my life in this predestined way
books have succeeded books .
Martin Amis: The Zone of Interest
Rose Tremain: The Gustav Sonata
Natasha Solomons: The Song Collector
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