The text analyzes Flesh by David Szalay, a novel that follows István, a taciturn Hungarian man, through elliptical and chronological fragments of his life.
The fast, minimalist style focuses on the body, gestures, and action rather than psychological introspection or explanation.
Each chapter functions like a self-contained short story, reflecting a life shaped by passivity, chance, and constant movement.
In doing so, the author questions our contemporary way of reading and consuming narratives, as well as the difficulty of grasping a stable identity.
