mother night

it's only fair for me to write about this book in the middle of the night surrounded by the memory of all those brittle words that are to follow me deep into my dreams. shall i write in english or in plain romanian..question marks floating in the cold dark air..
the quotes would be in english though as i am to boast myself for reading the entire novel in the language it was written into.

cartea asta intr-adevar m-a 'prins', desi scrisa de acelasi autor care acum o saptamana si ceva nu reusea sa-mi transmita nimic-dar in atatea alte dati, cate!-, acum mi-a tinut atentia alerta in cele cateva zile dedicate ei...la care, cu parere de rau, a trebuit sa ma desprind cand finalul in germana m-a obligat sa o inchid.si nici nu stiu daca se poate povesti vonnegut sau 'intelege', povestea pare sa fie mereu aceeasi, doar ca el gaseste mereu moduri inteligente de a o pune in scena. luciditatea personajului prezenta de la inceput pana la sfarsit, face redundanta orice invinuire a lui, e primul care stie despre el exact cum si ce trebuie. ar fi putut sa faca altfel, desigur, dar nu a facut si pentru asta atat viata cat mai ales el se condamna la moarte. deci nu o sa-l povestesc, o sa notez citatele care mi-au placut iar la final poezia cu care am asociat intreaga morala a cartii.


'i was sitting alone on a park bench in the sunshine that day, thinking of a fourth play that was beginning to write itself in my mind. it gave itself a title, which was 'das reich der zwei'-nation of two-
it was going to be about the love my wife and i had for each other. it was going to show how a pair of lovers in a world mad could survive by being loyal only to a nation composed of themselves-a nation of two.'
this could be the heart of his belief...in the beginning that is

'you hate america, don't you?' she said
'that would be as silly as loving it' i said. 'it's impossible for me to get emotional about it, because real estate doesn't interest me. it's no doubt a great flow in my personality, but i can't think in terms of boundaries. those imaginary lines are as real to me as elves and pixies. i can't believe that they mark the end or the beginning of anything of real concern to a human soul. virtues and vices, pleasures and pains cross boundaries at will'.

and then was the time when life happened and he became a nazi propangadist by reputation and an american spy by coincidence..

me being still so romantic i found this dialogue simply delightful:)
:
'we'd been apart for so long-i'd been dead for so long'she said in english. 'i thought surely you'd built a new life, with no room in it for me. i'd hoped that'.
'my life is nothing but room for you', i said ' it could never be filled by anyone but you'.


and the hero at a loss for romance bit by bit:

'in another bar, resi and i met a man who claimed he could satisfy, thoroughly satisfy. seven women in a night, provided they were all very different.
'i mean really different', he said
Oh, God- the lives people try to lead.
Oh, God-what a world they try to lead them in!'


quotes awaiting to be add in the morning since the night has taken me beyond these words into mere numbness:D
ora reala 1,30am