Testimony

Among all the more or less pleasant letters sent to the K. editorial team , one in particular warmed our hearts, so much so that Julia Christ read it out at our K. on stage evening in Paris in December. It comes from one of our most esteemed contributors who, paradoxically, has just discovered that he writes for the magazine.

At a family dinner, a casual antisemitic remark breaks the festive mood and precipitates a rupture. O. Bouquet offers us his variations on the topos of the “racist uncle”, taking the opportunity to question a part of family and national history.

Our dear collaborator Karl Kraus has entrusted us with the fruit of his summer labors: two short texts inspired by events whose banality seemed to him to be fraught with meaning. From a Viennese park to a Parisian kosher supermarket, a short sentence is sometimes enough to bear witness to the stupidity of the times, or, on the contrary, to aptly express their grueling nature.

For Jews, the current political situation gives the impression of being caught in a bind, as if it were impossible to position oneself without betraying oneself. In this text, Judith Lyon-Caen bears witness to the doubts that beset her, and to the way in which one too many of a simple little “h” can mark the impossibility of breaking free from it.