The Story of a Man without a Story

I didn't even know the name Constantin Fântâneru. His only novel, Interior, appeared in 1932, and received the prize of the Society of Romanian Authors. I read it and was amazed by the lyricism of Fântâneru’s prose, the brilliant adjectivation of his sentences; it is a work whose form and style strongly reveals the logic of his writing, even if it does indeed lack a plot or argument.