The books

By the age of twenty, Oskar Serti boasted of such literary pretentions that he forbade himself from admitting any ignorance of a single book in public.
Thus, even if novels which he did not know were mentioned in his presence, Serti had mastered the art of easing his way into the conversation and speaking with conviction of that which he had not read. Carried away by his fantasies, he unconsciously fabricated for himself the scenarios he assumed were developed in these books, and shamelessly attributed to famous authors, stories which were no more than pure products of his imagination.
A short time prior to his death, when he had finally taken the trouble to read some of these books, Serti had the vivid impression of finding word for word the same narratives which his impetuous ignorance had engendered in the past. By a cruel turn of events, he then felt dispossessed of creations which he had come to appropriate as his own.
Despite the amused incredulity of the literary circles at the time, Serti attempted the impossible, struggling for fair recognition, trying to impose the status of author which he reclaimed.