Austerlitz

I fininshed Austerlitz this morning: the story of a jewish 4.5 year old boy who is shipped to England in 1939. Brought up by foster parents, he doesn't have any clues to his background except for his real name which he is told in high school. Almost six decades later following curious events he is aspitant to find out about his origin. This brings him to Prague where he finds a picture of his mother, who had undergone concentration-camp ordeal. Of his father, a communist politician, whom the last trace is found in Paris there is nothing more known.
The trauma of a sudden change of life along with everything attached to it: parents, surroundings, mother tongue, culture, ... in his early childhood grips him leaving no key to real causes of psychic fits in Austerlitz. A wondering wanderer, a jew, a lonely man having no-body in this big world, Austerlitz marks the very epitome of the loss of 'good object' traumatically according to Freud.
Alan Hollinghurst's The Line of Beauty, which got the 2004 MAN Booker Prize is the next novel I'll read before I have my hands on Tender Buttons (Gertrud Stein) and Lanark's A Life in Four Books.
Mijo and I are planning to take a trip to Paris in February.