Двете най-силни книги, които съм прочел тази година, са български. Чак ми е странно колко много ме радва това. Някакво неоформено усещане за лъх на претенциозност дълго време ме държеше настрана от Физика на тъгата (за втората книга може би друг път), но накрая го преодолях и сега съжалявам, че го е имало. Нищо, грешките учат.
Всъщност разбирам защо ми е лъхало на претенция. И тук както и в Естествен роман от същия автор в сърцевината на книгата е отказът от добре отработената форма. Даже цитатите в началото си го казват това: “Чистите жанрове не ме интересуват много. Романът не е ариец”, “Читателят е свободен да приеме тази книга като роман…” Continue reading
Note: The purpose of this post is more analytical than evaluative. Therefore it assumes familiarity with the plot of the novel and includes a reasonable amount of spoilers. The Coppola movie keeps quite close to the original story, so if you have seen it you can consider yourself immunized against spoilers.
There have been more than enough reviews of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, this post is not yet another one. Rather, in it I want to focus on some textual aspects of the novel that captured my attention and convinced me in its greatness. Yes, Dracula fully deserves its place among the classics, not merely for having spawned a whole genre of writing, but for its literary merits. Who would want to read a book about vampires that is over a century old, some might ask, it surely must be so old-fashioned. Well it is and there is so much beauty in that. Dracula is an epistolary novel and thanks to that it has preserved its appeal over the decades. While narrative structure, authorial function and point-of-view techniques have evolved tremendously in the last century, a letter or a diary entry from 1897 will always be authentic and a fictional document from the period will always retain the same amount of verisimilitude. So yes, Dracula is old-fashioned but in a very good, window-into-another-time kind of way. Continue reading
That’s right, the blog’s den has moved to London and it finally has an official address. In keeping with local tradition, as I am writing this short post the rain is pouring outside our pretty flat. I love this city (despite the weather) and the next year will surely be exciting, there is just so much to take in and explore here. Museums, markets, gardens, pubs, random walks in unfamiliar neighborhoods, concerts, plays, whatnot. Hopefully finances will suffice to go see a couple of Gunners games, too. And lots of rain, of course. Continue reading
“History is a product of labor just like the work of art itself, and obeys analogous dynamics.”
“Out of this jumbled superposition of different kinds of temporal models History does in fact emerge––as a work of art, like any other work of art, but made by everyone together.”
“Really the question became quite philosophical; how to be? What to care about? And how to become a little less solitary?”