When I was sixteen I thought I was a good writer. I had won a National writing competition with a magical realism novella, and the sister of a long dead, famous Romanian poet we were studying in high-school told me I wrote just like him.
This kind of gets to your head, especially at that age. This novella I had written received lots of praise from some of the best writers in the country. Published writers, award winners, people who owned publishing houses. And most of them didn’t even know I was only sixteen. Continue reading
For this weekly recommendation I’m going to try something new. I’m going to recommend a Romanian movie. And it’s not because I’m a patriot or I like Romanian cinema. I actually find it very boring and dull. I feel it lacks imagination and heart. But this movie isn’t about something being funny or fast paced. It’s about a feeling. Of despair, of hope and of a better life. Continue reading
Taking place a hundred years before the events in the Game of Thrones, A Knight of Seven Kingdoms adds a bit more to the incredibly complex universe imagined by George R.R. Martin.
Dunk and Egg are as unlikely a duo as some of the most popular duos of the main series. Also, it is a welcome change to read about a world ruled by the Targaryens. A world at the crossroads of being changed forever. Continue reading
Have you ever wanted a bachelor party? Your own way of going out with a bang of the single life? Getting all of your friends and going to Las Vegas where you can go wild? Drink, gamble, strip clubs? We all imagine doing that when the time comes. But how would it be if you are 70 years old? Continue reading
I began writing in my most vulnerable years. I was dumb and arrogant, as most teenagers seem to be, and I did my best to pour greatness into every sentence I wrote. But I was also lying to myself, writing about what I didn’t know, pretending to know, and I got caught and people could see that I wasn’t willing to let them in – I was building this wall to protect my true self from anyone who would be searching for it behind my words. There was nothing that belonged to me in the stories I wrote.
There’s this poem by a Romanian poet, Mihai Eminescu. It’s called To My Critics, and the last verses go like this:
It is easy to write verses
Out of nothing but the word.
Ever wondered what words have sent famous authors into the great unknown? Which words were chosen to honor them for eternity? Well, now you can find out. Continue reading