The Fabrication of
[...]Witold Gombrowicz's Pornograpfia. Rarely has a novel been written, not of which the consciousness was so clear—there are so many of this sort and of what interest is this?—but of which the clarity was so conscious. Rarely, and perhaps not since Goethe’s Elective Affinities. We will say why.
In this novel, the characters ask each other two kinds of questions: “Do you believe in God?” and “Why don’t you sleep with him (or her)?” The interest of such questions resides in their not being ever asked one for the other—so as not to ask the other, Gombrowicz would say. [...]