Tuesday, 27 May 2025

Laura Rise - Detained at the Bookfest Book Fair

My latest novel, Laura Rise - Detained, will be on display during the Bookfest Book Fair (May 28 - June 1, 2025) at the Bookbite booth no. E12.

On Saturday, May 31st, at 4pm, I'll be stopping by the Bookbite booth to sign a few copies waiting to be bought by readers. If you'd like an autograph, either get there at the same time, or stop by the booth later to buy an autographed copy.

Bonus! A little treat for you with me reading an excerpt from Laura Rise - Detained. Check the English translation below the video.



Translation into English of the excerpt read in the above video:

As soon as I would notice her, I closed my notebook and stood up from my desk, giving her a discreet nod. Then, I'd walk out of the office and offer her my hand. Depending on the weather, we'd either go out in the courtyard in the sun and sit on a bench, or we'd sit on a bench in the hallway where the classrooms were. Holding her small, velvety little hand in my hand, I had a sense of bravery and a feeling that I could have protected this creature with my life. A small moment of silence would follow each time, as if Aria was giving me time to transpose myself back into the spirit of the story and get back into the characters' skin.

Miss, please continue the story’, Aria would then tell me.

And I would go on telling it. I was always aware of the limited time in which I had to finish the story, and I had already developed a knack for quickly finding an ending to the story I had started a short while before. At the end of it, the Deer always wore a smile, as if the ending I had told her had unfolded before her very eyes. She would thank me and go back to her classroom. I often stayed for a few moments in the place where Aria and I had been. As if it was too important a ritual to put off so easily. The children ran and screamed in the hallway, bustling toward the class that was soon to begin, but to me it felt like I was seeing them from another body, as if I could be in two different worlds at the same time that looked but felt nothing alike.

I've often wondered what became of Aria when she grew up, if she still seeks out stories and if she's as motivated to find out how they end. I wrote the story of the happy deer with her in mind, after a neighbor's little girl called me at the door to ask if I wanted to take in a cat.

Yes, this is exactly how she asked me. What a beautiful language children often speak! She held that ginger kitten in her little hands with such love and gentleness, that the tenderness I felt when I saw her made me think of the little deer-like Aria. In writing the story, I probably tried to see Aria as a grown-up, that's why the mother-deer, the main character of the story, is called Aria. I felt the need to imagine her as gentle, unchanged by the years that have passed or the world that must have left its mark on her in the meantime.

Friday, 23 May 2025

Hold on!


On the street, a lady says to her friends.

Remember this from me, it’s an Arab proverb I heard the other day. If the sun were always shining, everything would turn to desert. We need rain.’

Wednesday, 21 May 2025

Difficulties


I don’t know about others, but I have difficulties seeing my nephew as an adult (he will soon become one).

The other day, I was on speaker phone, and he asked me – So what’s new? What’s going on in your life?

And I got stuck. I don't talk to my nephew like that. Until yesterday I was worried about how to make him laugh and show him what cats are passing through the area. And now I'm going to tell him about my life? Is he ready for this? 😊 Would he understand? Or would I bore him? And, in fact, what is he asking me about?

I quickly came to my senses and mumbled something. But this worry has taken its toll on me. Things change, and I must adapt.

But even so, what do you do in these moments? How do you make the change?

Surely there are other uncles and aunts who have to face the same difficulties. How do you cope with them?

Sunday, 18 May 2025

Geniului no. 10 - Mircea Ignat, Florin Hălălău


'But what would we be today if the lives of those who gave us life were forever buried in oblivion?'

This is one of the questions included in the preamble to 'Geniului no. 10' and which led me to Maria Arsene's exhortation:


'Remember that memory must be bequeathed.

Lest it die with you.

Remember this! Remember this!'

 

While reading 'Geniului no. 10', I was happy to discover details about Bucharest that I didn't know and I saw streets and learned about people who no longer exist today, I travelled through eras, fears, hopes and desires for better. The life of each of us acquires a special value in the eyes of those who have been touched by our gestures, words or smiles.

Playing the game of remembrance seems to me as important as playing the game of gratitude. A beautiful encouragement for both is this very book, 'Geniului no. 10'.

Tuesday, 13 May 2025

Work in Progress - Work Under Scrutiny

(please read the English translation below)

In Corporation. Typologies and Survival Guide I put the highlight on those that drain our energy and motivation. I am now working on texts to show the stories of those who suffer, as well. A small excerpt can be found below about the question receiver.

 

Please read below the excerpt translated into English:

 

The Question Receiver

Stop answering our question with a question!

Especially when we've sent you a zillion emails to remind you to answer to our question.

We are slowly, but surely reaching the end of our patience. Our lone neuron is already showing signs of sliding into a bottomless pit. Help!’, it cries in a faint voice. If you don't care about us, at least take care of it, for it gets the job done.

Saturday, 10 May 2025

Video Book Review


In her latest video on YouTube, Alexandra talked about how she liked my latest novel. If you're curious, you can watch her video below (starting from 14:30 - only in Romanian). Thank you, Alexandra!

Friday, 9 May 2025

Thursday, 8 May 2025

My Highness


Although I am in a somewhat open competition with my nephew regarding who is the heighest, I am rather  forced to collect my victories from interracting with others, as well. Okay, I admitted last year that my nephew had outgrown me, but that happened a year ago. People get busy, they forget, and we can play with that.

Today my next-door neighbor stopped me to ask if I'd been looking for him. That someone had told him a tall, young lady from next door had been looking for him. I grinned with delight, told him that I hadn't been looking for him, but that I was glad he found me tall, and curtsied.

The man looked at me for a moment in amazement, but said nothing. Then it dawned on me that (impressively!) not everyone is aware of my youth and height. And maybe they should be!

Tuesday, 6 May 2025

Sunday, 4 May 2025

Vlad Lives On!


Today marks 103 years since Vlad Mușatescu was born. I’m so glad, dear master, that you came into this world and left us your books!

My 10reasons remain valid.

Friday, 2 May 2025

Ex Igni Natus – Alex Andronic


When I cry, I dissolve.

When I write, I rebuild myself.

I rebuild my flesh from paper,

I glue my soul with ink

until all that hurts becomes poetry.

(a stanza from the poem “Why do I write when I feel like crying?”)

 

Naturalness is the word to which I would summarize Alex Andronic's entire volume of poems. With one addition, that naturalness flows in two ways. You get the sense that the poet sat down, wrote the poems, and then they found their way to the reader. Far be it from me to think that they were written in haste, but the feelings, the images, the sensations show themselves to the reader with an extraordinary naturalness. And on the other hand, the reader accesses them marvelously simply. When things seem simple, there's a lot of complexity behind it, at least that much I know.

 

I found happiness

in the middle of an ordinary day,

in a corner of the beach

where clams swam

without fear of drowning.

 

I enjoyed reading Alex Andronic's novels (“Confused”, “Return to Myself” and “Remain to Me” ), and it was a delight to discover him now also as a poet. “The Puppeteer”, “The Coin of Love”, “The Shadow Show”, “Lemon Peel”, “What Would Time Say?” are just a few of my favorites.

It is natural to feel, although lately it seems to me that we are under pressure to hide ourselves, not to show that we feel, that we live, that we vibrate. I have enjoyed reading the volume “Ex Igni Natus” and savoring the uplifting thing that poetry does by making us remember that we are humans and that we feel.

And at the end, other stanzas, because you don't have to trust in the words I write, but in the lyrics:

 

A whispered voice slowly puts me down:

Success is not yours,

it's all a farce.

Every victory smells of deceit,

like a wax mask melting in the sun,

a cheap trick only I know.

 

My empty gaze,

in the mirror of doubt,

sees a foreign face, always someone else.

My successes are always happenstance,

accidents on wrong paths,

while the real me lies hidden behind the scenes.

(stanzas from the poem “The Shadow Show”)