Temesi Ferenc - A heart böjtje

"The short novel of the title proves that I am a dog myself. The volume contains short stories, portfolios (the latter from around the transformation of 1989-90), texts, a crazy-looking but solvable crossword puzzle, an essay on the Tarot fortune-telling card, poems translated from English about America, Japanese and Chinese, feminist rock essays and many others. In the short novel that closes the volume, my career is outlined from the letters written to me by my contemporaries, from my first published short story to my novel The Bridge. Élét és irodolom was a disaster when it was published, but today it is a literary history."

Ferenc Temesi

Excerpt from the book:

I know the secret: there is nothing to know. Only one, love. I am made of love to the tip of my fingernails. It breaks my heart to think that people only have heart murmurs. Their hearts are called "tickers". Once upon a time, they too were enthusiastic animals, similar to stones, grasses, and clouds, but in their pride they were stuck at the level of the human animal. Only the blood circulates between their brains and hearts, the soul no longer resides in them, only the fear of death. And this is what some of them call God! Fear of death - good joke. Like you could die at all. I've already lived through 33 dog bites, and as bad as I am, I'll have to be human again in my next existence, but I don't feel like smiling at this bullshit anymore. Dog smile - you don't believe it, do you?