A writer creates a whole new world with his words, a world, which is fictional and yet more real than reality itself at the same time. A world, where the characters are led by a particular melody, a particular rhythm. A world, which engraves itself into the subconscious of the writer and the readers.
The words of a good story don’t serve the author’s vanity; they take a backseat in order not do disturb the journey through this fictional world. Language builds up this world by effacing itself. There are no longer black characters on white pages, but vivid persons, odors, colors, sounds, desires and fears.