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books3cartile lui 2012

cartile lui 2012

am scris despre filmele care mi-au placut in 2012, sa va povestesc si despre cartile acestui an.

nu e un top, nu sunt enumerate in vreo ordine…

intriga matrimoniala – jeffrey eugenides

geniala prima parte in care vorbeste despre teoria deconstructiei a lui Derrida si, dupa aceleasi reguli, deconstruieste iubirea personajului principal.

Open – Autobiografia lui Andre Agassi (scrisa de JR Moehringer, desi e la persoana I si pare a fi scrisa de Agassi.)

are cel mai bun prim capitol pe care l-am citit in ultimii 2 ani. e o carte pe care cred ca am cumparat-o deja in mai bine de 10 exemplare sa o fac cadou unor barbati care stiu ca ar aprecia-o, ca s-ar regasi in ea.
mi-a placut atit de mult incit i-am scris lui Moehringer sa-l felicit 🙂 mi-a si raspuns, dar asta e alta discutie.

Winter Journal – Paul Auster (nu e tradusa inca la noi)
autobiografia lui Auster scrisa la persoana a II-a singular ca si cum cititorul ar face actiunea. minunata.

Canta che ti passa – Virginia Zeani
o serie de interviuri cu una dintre cele mai mari soprane ale lumii – Virginia Zeani, realizate de Sever Voinescu

An improvised life – Alan Arkin (nici aceasta nu e tradusa la noi)
o selectie a discursurilor publice ale lui Arkin – actorul pe care-l stiti din zeci de filme (mai recent Argo, Little Miss Sunshine)


voua ce carti v-au placut in 2012?
poate descopar noi povesti de citit:)

winter journalMultumesc


You are glad to be in Trintignant’s company tonight, since you hold his acting in great esteem, and when you think of the films you have seen him play in ( Bertolucci’s The Conformist, Rohmer’s Ma Nuit chez Maud, Truffaut’s Confidentially Yours, Kieslowski’s Red – to cite just some of your favorites), you are hard pressed to come up with the name of another european actor whose work you admire more.

You also feel tremendous compassion for him, since you know about the brutal, highly publicized murder of his daughter some years back, and are keenly aware of terrible suffering he has lived through, continues to live through. Like many the actors you have know and worked with, Trintignant is a shy and reticent person. Not that he doesn’t exude an aura of goodwill and friendliness, but the same time he is closed in on himself, a man who finds talking to others difficult.


at one point, apropos of nothing, Trintignant turns to you and asks how old you are. Fifty seven, you say, and then, after a brief pause, you ask him how old he is. Seventy -four, he replies, and then , after another brief pause, you both go back to work.


You are sitting in a chair and not talking to anyone, just sitting in silence and looking at the people in the room, and you see Trintignant, who is about ten feet away from you, is sitting in silence as well, looking down at the floor with his chin cupped in his hand, apparently lost in thought. Eventually, he looks up, catches your eyes, and says, with unexpected earnestness and gravity:

“Paul, there ‘s just one thing I want to tell you. At fifty-seven, I felt old. Now, at seventy four, I feel much younger than I did then.”


acest fragment face parte din cartea autobiografica Winter Journal a lui Paul Auster. pilda din aceasta povestire este felul meu de a va multumi tuturor pentru sutele de urari de la multi ani .

winter journalwriter’s wife, by paul auster

writer’s wife, by paul auster

No doubt you are a flawed and wounded person, a man who has carried a wound in him from the very beginning (why else would you have spent the whole of your adult life bleeding words onto a page?), and benefits you derive from alcohol and tobacco serve as crutches to keep your crippled self upright and moving through the world. Self medication, as your wife calls it. Unlike your mother’s mother, she does not want you to be different. Your wife tolerates your weaknesses and does not rant or scold, and if she worries it is only because she wants you to live forever. You count the reasons why you have held her close to you for so many years, and surely this is one of them, one of the bright stars in the vast constellation of enduring love.

Paul Auster, Winter Journal

incep sa citesc Winter Journal si cind am aruncat cartea pe pat s-a deschis la pagina cu citatul asta. la fix sa-mi aduc aminte cit de mult imi place Auster


sex, nebunie si povesti

Sex is hard to write about because you lose the universal and succumb to the particular. We all have our different favorites. Good sex is imposible to write about. Lawrence and Updike have given it their all, and the result is still uneasy and unsure. It may be that good sex is something fiction just can’t do – like dreams. Most of the sex in my novels is absolutely disastrous. Sex can be funny, but not very sexy.

Martin Amis

Do I think writing is a dangerous activity? Writing can be very bad for one’s mental health. It looks innocent enough from outside, but one a man or a woman is living every day in an imaginary world, it’s often difficult to separate your own reality from the imaginary reality you’re writing about.

Paul Auster

One of the things I learned from Virginia Woolf is that every day in everybody’s life contains just about everything we need to know about human life, more or less the way the single strand of DNA contains the blueprint for the entire organism. And I believe that if we look carefully enough at anybody, and look with enough compassion and discernment, and bring to that person a certain merciless clarity, we have a story by definition. I never think in terms of message. I don’t know anything my readers don’t know.

Michael Cunningham

Sunt trei declaratii dintr-o carte care aduna, pe teme, raspunsurile unor scriitori la problemele lor: ce le e greu sa (de)scrie, de unde se inspira (fura, in sensul bun) in structura, de la ce pornesc la drum cu o noua carte, cum reactioneaza la editari, cum fac fatza disperarii ca pe hirtie nu le iese ce au in cap etc etc.

Cartea se numeste Off The Page (writers talk about beginnings, endings and everything in between), precum o rubrica din Washigton Post in care Carol Burns intervieveaza on line (cu ajutorul cititorilor) pe unii dintre cei mai de succes scriitori.
Carol Burns e editorul acestei carti, citeva dintre interviurile ei din Washington Post on line, le gasiti aici.

Raspunsul lui Amis despre cit de greu e sa scrii despre sex mi-a adus aminte de o conversatie cu Gilbert Adair, domnul care printre altele a scris The Dreamers. Adair imi povestea cu multa pasiune ce greu este sa descrii dragostea pe care un barbat o are pentru un copil si sa pastrezi in personaj umanitatea. Vorbea despre tehnica de scris, despre unghiuri si sentimente, compara iubirea respectiva cu orice alta iubire. Era, pentru el, ultimul tabu ramas nedoborit in literatura erotica.


kleine finger – filip florian

in Germania, Degete mici a batut Man in the dark. adica Filip Florian s-a vindut mai bine decit Paul Auster. detalii aici

la vremea lansarii ei, m-am indragostit cartea asta. nu era cu fraze prin care sa urle autorul : sunt destept, sunt cel mai destept, stiu o multime de neologisme. nu era nici cu amintiri din experienta iubirilor adolescentine, cum sunt cele mai multe dintre cartile scriitorilor tineri. avea o lume a ei, creata in detaliu, in cuvinte simple si cu multe intelesuri.

inca o mai iubesc si mor de drag cind vad ca e apreciata si afara.
peste o luna va fi lansata si in America. astept cronicile din The New Yorker 🙂


in loc de jurnal de vacanta

Acolo unde e link, e o invitatie: s-ar putea sa va placa sa vedeti/cititi.

Am vzt:
1. Good night and good luck (era la tv si-am vrut sa revad monologul cu “daca televiziunea doar va distra lumea, atunci va ramine o cutie cu fire si lampi”)
2- 3 -4. How to Lose Friends & Alienate People, Read & burn out, Women – ca sa-mi spal creierii dupa lecturile grele.
5-6. Breath al lui Kim ki duk (cam bullshit, dar nu-l vazusem cind concura cu Mungiu la Cannes) si Dream – la sugestia lu’ domn Afrim – tot al lui Kim Ki Duk (much, much better)
7. First person – Rick Rosner si Chris Langan (doua episoade din documentarele-interviuri mai vechi ale lui Errol Morris pentru ca mi le-a reamintit domnu’ Gladwell cu cartea sa.)
8. Stories of lost souls (7 povestiri cu distributii si regizori diferiti; Cate Blanchet mi-nu-nat d isterica intr-una din ele)
9. The city of Sylvia (n-as fi vzt niciodata filmu’ asta daca in aeroport, R n-ar fi fost confundat cu actorul din rolul principal, iar el plin de incredere nu ar fi dat autograf -“with love, Xavier”)
10. Milk (Sean Penn ia Oscarul, din nou; doar ora – 5 dimine – m-a oprit sa dau clasicul sms “toti baietii misto joaca in echipa voastra?!”)
11. Revolutionary Road (filmul care a reusit performanta vacantei: sa–mi alunge insomnia; la a treia incercare am ajuns la genericul final, pacat ca l-am vzt la sf vacantei, as fi dormit mai mult)

Am citit:
1. Joan Didion – The year of magical thinking (m-a impresionat tare, a dus la o serie de alte lecturi despre care am sa scriu separat si am cautat-o pe Adriana Marina: “hai sa facem cumva sa fie tradusa si la noi”. multzu Lavi, Cristi)
2. Malcom Gladwell – Outliers (care m-a cam enervat si o sa ma manifest curind aici)
3. Paul Auster – True tales of American life (povesti reale scrise de oameni obisnuiti si editate de Auster)
4. Zadie Smith – The book of other people (23 de scriitori si exercitiile lor d proza scurta pe tema data, editate de Zadie – o concurenta la antologia Granta); m-a distrat Hornby si al lui J Johnson, nu s-a luat deloc in serios – de unde si postul meu cu “Popescu”;
5. Julian Barnes – Nothing to be Frightened of (cadoul d Craciun d la Mimo, direct la tinta. Multzu.)
6. Ian McEwan – The Daydreamer (prima carte pentru copii a dlui McEwan)

Am baut: mult, de multe feluri, in doua tari, dupa doua obiceiuri si fusuri orare.

M-am plimbat pe strazi pina mi-a inghetat nasul, mi-am revazut prieteni vechi, am facut pariuri si cadouri, am stat cit am putut de mult departe de net, de calculator si de televizor. Am lichelit.

gata, i’m back home.


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