July 01, 2009
Ion Luca Caragiale, the classic and
much-cited Romanian writer, is probably right in asserting that
“literature is…the big sister of politics,” and that “…the
supreme driving force of any nation is its own thought…”
Under the present circumstances, I ...
Fiction | Răzvan Petrescu
June 01, 2009
Dad went and died.
He was a quiet guy, slightly on the mystic side, with two deep
furrows on either side of his nose. He was given to occasional bouts
of melancholy, and on Sundays he’d do funny stuff over lunch. He’d
toss the soup spoon towards the light fixture hanging from the
Fiction | Filip Florian
May 01, 2009
June, when the solstice is nigh, dawn shows
itself earlier than ever. Then, however, on a Wednesday, the sunrise
did not come into sight. The coach laden with suitcases, bags and
chests set into motion with a jolt, one of the horses (a tallish grey
mare) whinnied and chomped at the bit, ...
Fiction | Norman Manea
March 27, 2009
It had been raining
for some time when the lady accosted me at the Gheorghi Dimitrov
intersection. She asked me about a tram stop, Number 17 toward Lacul
Tei. When she tilted her immense red umbrella, I saw her: Madam
Doctor Alfandari!—the blond of one summer afternoon a millennium
ago, when ...
Fiction | Ştefan Agopian
March 01, 2009
Back then stripped bare of night (as if for evermore), the days would drag on lengthily, all dust-suffused and glum. From way out somewhere, He, boundlessly watching from amidst His angel hosts, was slowing our pace as He did rest. And our saliva made as if to run dry, akin to fuzzy lint, and all ...