"Parallel literature" - a conversation

 

Interviewed by Arta Marku Qëndro 

– ‘I need to tell a story. It's an obsession. Each story is a seed inside of me that starts to grow and grow, like a tumor, and I have to deal with it sooner or later.’ This is how Isabel Allende replies when asked why she writes. I think it is the kind of answer that can be given by all writers. Everything must start from the need to tell a story. But this one here is an irrational terrain, so let’s start the conversation from a clearer and more easily explicable space: your beginnings as a writer. Because there must be a moment that you discovered this inner need. How would you describe the moment of discovering a writer in yourself - the moment you realized the need to tell a story?  

Before it is a need, it is an almost a childish desire, but not to amaze anyone. It's like an invitation to discover, eyes closed, together with someone (whom you often neither know, nor see, nor will ever meet) things that are extremely vivid and yet invisible, neglected for entirely ordinary or even unjust reasons. I have started writing very early, but I always distinguish the winter of 1985 in Poradec[1]. That setting reminds me of a beautiful death, which seemed to surpass even life itself in many ways. Looking through the eyes of experience, it seems to me that the events that insist on being narrated are those whose ‘longevity’ in the memory is not guaranteed. This also awakens a compassion without which literature cannot live a very long life. (...) 

ParelleLiterature - a short presentation

Omniprezentul déjà vu al omului / fragment din romanul "Asediu" (2003)

Tati insista mereu, mai ales când se făcea mangă la ţară cu bunicul, că un scriitor care n-a murit sau n-a înnebunit pâna la 30-35 de ani, nu este bun de nimic. E de-a dreptul secătuit, de prisos. Având o viaţă tumultoasă, dusă deseori pe muchie de cuţit, Tati mai fusese tentat să devină şi scriitor, dar, din păcate, ispita aceasta începuse să-i zbârlescă spiritul doar după ce trecuse de treizeci de ani şi nu intenţiona să moară la un an doi după semnarea primei capodopere. Potrivit socotelilor lui Tati, domnul scriitor V. Botezu, unde Helio a fost ascuns după stagiul deja militar satisfăcut la cuibul lui Năframă, putea fi considerat la cea de-a doua tinereţe a sa. O tinereţe glorioasă, cu trei căsnicii destrămate şi cu doi copii părăsiţi la activ. O tinereţe cu mai multe cărţi editate, şocante, comentate, bârfite şi elogiate, decât ani. Printre manuscrisele sale încă nepublicate, un loc de frunte ocupau tratatul filosofico-semiotic «Critica cacofoniei pure» şi uluitoarea teză de doctorat, nesusţinută, «Omniprezentul déjà vu al omului mileniului III şi clişeul ca dimensiune a Apocalipsei». Frânturi scânteietoare din cele nouăzeci şi nouă (şi... concluzii) ale acesteia din urmă, Helio avea să înveţe din belşug.

"Parallel literature" - a conversation

"Before it is a need, it is an almost a childish desire, but not to amaze anyone. It's like an invitation to discover, eyes closed, together with someone (whom you often neither know, nor see, nor will ever meet) things that are extremely vivid and yet invisible, neglected for entirely ordinary or even unjust reasons. I have started writing very early, but I always distinguish the winter of 1985 in Poradec. That setting reminds me of a beautiful death, which seemed to surpass even life itself in many ways. Looking through the eyes of experience, it seems to me that the events that insist on being narrated are those whose ‘longevity’ in the memory is not guaranteed. This also awakens a compassion without which literature cannot live a very long life..." Continuare