I’ve gone German of late, in a linguistic rather than national sense — i.e., including German-speaking Czechs and Austrians. I’ve been reading lots of Kafka, who is truly a momentous figure, and Mann and Musil and the beautifully psychotic Georg Trakl. Also Freud, whose case histories read like fantastic gothic fiction. One critic described “Remainder” as a French novel written in English; well, by that token, “C” is my German novel. What the next one will be is anyone’s guess. Swedish, maybe…
Tom McCarthy interviewed in the New York Times’s Paper Cuts blog.