But the woman interviewing me had noticed I had it with me and made a little aside of it. “Knausgaard reads Gombrowicz,” a caption said. It haunted me for years after. I was contacted several times by newspapers and journals wanting me to write something about the Polish author for their pages. I, who had read only the first ten pages of his diary, and none of his novels or plays, was now thought to be a Gombrowicz expert.
