Essays on Italo Svevo, Robert Walser, Robert Musil, Walter Benjamin, Bruno Schulz, Joseph Roth, Sandor Marai, Paul Celan, Günter Grass, W.G. Sebald, Hugo Claus, Graham Green, Samuel Beckett, Walt Whitman, Saul Bellow, Arthur Miller, Philip Roth, Nadine Gordimer, Gabriel Garcia Màrquez, and V.S. Naipaul.
The formula is the same: the plot summary of a book, a biographical sketch of the writer combined with some reflection on (all but for one exception) his impact in the kingdom of (European) letters, commentary on a bad translation (Coetzee seems to wear his knowledge lightly - noting here a bad translation choice of an Italian simile, there a more suitable word for the imagery depicted in the original Hungarian or German), a discussion of the writer's artistic merits - good prose stylist? easy wit? acceptable marriage of belletrism and storytelling? etc.
But the richness nonetheless slowly unfurls: it is clear this is a man discussing his peers, and so we are spared the causticity or the fawning of a reviewer who does not understand what goes into writing books - or good ones, at least. Respect is circumscribed but nonetheless given, and when criticism is levied, it is often noted as disagreement on validly contestable points. The effect becomes that one can see that Coetzee is a charitable reader, firm but fair. If there is anything remarkable in this volume, it is not any single piece of insight but rather the impression Coetzee leaves you with at the end, a mark not just of his breadth but also his acuity. To quote Naipaul: "Aloof everywhere, unsurprised, immensely knowing."