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Ένα βάζο γίνεται αφορμή να «εκραγεί» η Λίντια από ζήλεια για τη φίλη της που έχει όσα η ίδια λαχταράει. Η γεμάτη ανασφάλειες Βέσνα, καθηγήτρια στο πανεπιστήμιο της Β. Μακεδονίας, που αντιμετωπίζει παθητικά την απιστία του συζύγου της και την απότομη συμπεριφορά του γιου της, βρίσκεται να μιλάει σε φοιτητική διαδήλωση και να συμμετέχει σε εκδήλωση των «ισχυρών γυναικών» στην κατοικία του Αμερικανού πρέσβη. Η Έλι, παντρεμένη με παιδί, επιστρέφει στην πατρίδα της με την κρυφή ελπίδα να συναντήσει έναν παλιό αγαπημένο.
Η Μπουζάροφσκα αποκαλύπτει όσα αρνούμαστε να παραδεχτούμε στον εαυτό μας και γίνεται ανελέητα ειλικρινής περιγράφοντας τις επιφανειακές αλλά και τις βαθύτερες συναισθηματικές μας σχέσεις. Στη σειρά της ALDINA κυκλοφορεί και η συλλογή διηγημάτων της Ο άντρας μου.
Η Μπουζάροφσκα αποκαλύπτει όσα αρνούμαστε να παραδεχτούμε στον εαυτό μας και γίνεται ανελέητα ειλικρινής περιγράφοντας τις επιφανειακές αλλά και τις βαθύτερες συναισθηματικές μας σχέσεις. Στη σειρά της ALDINA κυκλοφορεί και η συλλογή διηγημάτων της Ο άντρας μου.
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First published October 10, 2013
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Румена Бужаровска
15books206followersРумена Бужаровска (karakondzula) е родена во 1981 година во Скопје. Работи како доцент на Катедрата за англиски јазик и книжевност при Филолошкиот факултет „Блаж� Конески� во Скопје. Се занимава со книжевен превод и е автор на три збирки раскази, Чкртки (Или-или, 2007), Осмица (Блесок, 2010) и Moj muž (VBZ, 2016).
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May 24, 2019
Nikuda ne idem jednako je dobra, razoružavajuća i nekako životna (skoro pa neugodno) kao i Moj muž. I ova knjiga je puna likova promašenih izbora, bolnih momenata, niskih poriva sa kojima se lako poistovjetiš. Ako ne svjesno, a ono negdje u dubini osjetiš tupu istinu onog o čemu piše Rumena pa ti nije lako kad čitaš. I u ovoj knjizi leti povraćka, alkohol olakšava život istovremeno ga srozavajući, preljuba je opipljiva, a ljubav i dalje vrlo tražena roba. I ova je knjiga, opet, sjajna.
July 28, 2019
Auuuf. Poprilično oštar prikaz balkanskog mentaliteta, ne štedeći, sa željom da svakog lika ogoli do granice srama.
Ona piše bez pardona, surovo zalazi u živote, ličnosti... besramno ih prikazuje baš u momentima kada su najranjiviji, i navodi nas da ih mrzimo, da nam se gade takvi ogoljeni.
Njihovi životi su obični, uglavnom začinjeni raznoraznim kompleksima, a oni nemaju pojma kako da se nose sa tim, kako da se bore protiv sebe.
Sve u svemu, bravo za Rumenu, držala mi je pažnju konstantno.
Ona piše bez pardona, surovo zalazi u živote, ličnosti... besramno ih prikazuje baš u momentima kada su najranjiviji, i navodi nas da ih mrzimo, da nam se gade takvi ogoljeni.
Njihovi životi su obični, uglavnom začinjeni raznoraznim kompleksima, a oni nemaju pojma kako da se nose sa tim, kako da se bore protiv sebe.
Sve u svemu, bravo za Rumenu, držala mi je pažnju konstantno.
May 30, 2019
Iako mi se baš nije dopala njena zbirka priča ''Moj muž'', odlučila sam dati priliku novoj zbirci Rumene Bužarovske ''Nikuda ne idem''.
Nastavljajući gdje je stala sa prethodnom zbirkom, autorka u sedam priča, svojim izuzetno preciznim i oštrim stilom pisanja, nažalost donosi likove i radnje našeg podneblja u oblaku svih mogućih klišea.
U sudbinama ovih likova nema ničeg lijepog, a ono što je možda nekad bilo lijepo, uveliko je isprljano preljubom, zlobom, bijedom (što moralnom, što materijalnom).
Žene su blago neuračunljive, nezadovoljne, jadne i zlobne, muškarci su nasilni, dosadni i smrde, a u kombinaciji sa autorkinim britkim pisanjem stičemo utisak da čitamo crnu hroniku na nekom portalu - ne želimo da znamo, ali, eto, ne možemo da skrenemo pogled.
Shvatajući namjeru, i teme kojima se Bužarovska bavi u svom stvaralaštvu, ovakvim generalizovanjem, pa i vulgarizovanjem života svih likova, svih mjesta, i atmosfere stvara sa sasvim suprotan efekat od onog koji bi ovakvim djelima trebao biti prenijet na čitaoca.
Takođe, sveprisutno crnilo bez adekvatnog dubljeg smisla, nikako ne može da se pomiri sa mojim čitalačkim senzibilitetom, pa tako i neki zaista dobri dijelovi ove zbirke ostaju u zapećku ispred vrištećih motiva da su sve žene zlobne paćenice, a svi muškarci masni nasilnici.
Vaza........................................... 2/5
Kupine........................................3/5
Sika.............................................3/5
Tu sam, nikuda ne idem...........2/5
Meduza.......................................2/5
Čeroki crvena.............................1/5
Osmi mart..................................4/5
Nastavljajući gdje je stala sa prethodnom zbirkom, autorka u sedam priča, svojim izuzetno preciznim i oštrim stilom pisanja, nažalost donosi likove i radnje našeg podneblja u oblaku svih mogućih klišea.
U sudbinama ovih likova nema ničeg lijepog, a ono što je možda nekad bilo lijepo, uveliko je isprljano preljubom, zlobom, bijedom (što moralnom, što materijalnom).
Žene su blago neuračunljive, nezadovoljne, jadne i zlobne, muškarci su nasilni, dosadni i smrde, a u kombinaciji sa autorkinim britkim pisanjem stičemo utisak da čitamo crnu hroniku na nekom portalu - ne želimo da znamo, ali, eto, ne možemo da skrenemo pogled.
Shvatajući namjeru, i teme kojima se Bužarovska bavi u svom stvaralaštvu, ovakvim generalizovanjem, pa i vulgarizovanjem života svih likova, svih mjesta, i atmosfere stvara sa sasvim suprotan efekat od onog koji bi ovakvim djelima trebao biti prenijet na čitaoca.
Takođe, sveprisutno crnilo bez adekvatnog dubljeg smisla, nikako ne može da se pomiri sa mojim čitalačkim senzibilitetom, pa tako i neki zaista dobri dijelovi ove zbirke ostaju u zapećku ispred vrištećih motiva da su sve žene zlobne paćenice, a svi muškarci masni nasilnici.
Vaza........................................... 2/5
Kupine........................................3/5
Sika.............................................3/5
Tu sam, nikuda ne idem...........2/5
Meduza.......................................2/5
Čeroki crvena.............................1/5
Osmi mart..................................4/5
August 4, 2020
Nešto mi se ništa ne piše, a da mi se piše, napisao bih kako je i ovo jedna dobra zbirka priča i kako mi se sviđa ona 'ženska' minucioznost pri zapažanju i opisivanju nekih stvari koje inače slabo zapažamo jer su preočigledne i naizgled nebitne, kako mi se sviđaju varijacije na temu neodlaska, razočarenja, neuspjeha, ali i to kako sam ipak očekivao malo više. Nije loše, petica za prvu priču, za ostale neka četvorka.
November 22, 2020
UDRI RUMENA NE PITAJ ŠTA KOŠTA
April 23, 2021
ako te zanimaju kako se u literaturi mogu realno prikazati likovi, osobito ženski, onda čitaj rumenu bužarovsku. profil njezinih "junakinja" jest upravo ono što, kao ljudi jesmo: zluradi, ljubomorni, zajedljivi, zavidni, ograničeni, ogorčeni, gramzivi, pakosni. sjajno iznijansirani likovi, tekst vrvi tragikomedijom, da nije realistično kao što jest, bilo bi groteskno. ovako, ostavlja opor okus u ustima, istovremeno užitak što je pronicljivo pogođen svjetski malograđanski sloj i blagi sram zbog pripadnosti ljudskom rodu.
August 21, 2023
Real Rating: 4.75* of five, rounded up for fairness
The Publisher Says: Razor-sharp social commentary, Jane Austen for contemporary feminists unafraid to confront a dark world
In her latest translated volume of collected short fiction, Rumena Bužarovska delivers more of what established her as “one of the most interesting writers working in Europe today.� Already a bestseller across her native Macedonia, I’m Not Going Anywhere is an unsentimental and hyperrealist collection in which Macedonians leave their country of origin to escape bleakness—only to find, in other locales, new kinds of desolation in these dark, biting, and utterly absorbing stories.
I RECEIVED A DRC FROM THE PUBLISHER VIA EDELWEISS+. THANK YOU.
My Review: Seven stories, all centering women and their feelings; few socially acceptable, none positive.
Not having participted in heterosexuality for quite some time now, I am left utterly verschmeckeled by its continued existence. Exactly no women whose writing gets attention write of happiness connected to men. In romantic fiction, after the couple is established, the story ends; and none of them start with happy straight people. Of my own personal knowledge, there are almost no women really happy in their state of making eternal compromises and settlings they make to maintain relationships to their men. Why are y'all bothering? It's not great for anyone involved to be in what amounts to prison with a cellmate you condescendingly tolerate at best, despise and detest at worst.
Well...no one's makin' me do it, so my only interest is an outsider's appalled fascination. Self-inflicted harm seems so wasteful. Not one of these stories is going to challenge my observation's validity; that Author Bužarovska is a multi-award-winning chronicler of straight women's experience suggests to me that she's on to something or the kudos wouldn't flow.
Strap in...we're headin' into the venerable institution of the Bryce Method to examine a little of what she is talking about in this collection.
The Vase reminds me of the drunken fights, the rage and hatred of being Stuck, stuck with-stuck in-stuck under, that there bursts out the sudden overpowering need to break shit just to make the world hurt a little bit like you are. That time in my own life was hellish. It's all right here in a few pages.
The poison of disappointment and the rage of thwarted entitlement eat caustically away until they spill out, paradoxically, as acid recrimination. 4 unhappy stars
Blackberries charts the course of a passive, purposeless thirty-three year old as she aimlessly moves towards the scene of a dreamlike past to test whether she was even real as a child. Her memories of the place guide her in opening the old cottage her grandparents had. The scenes of domestic contentment shining in front of her dingy present include memories of a vivid friend from that past; these seem to conjure the now-woman from the stones, summon her back to this crumbling haunt from her passionate intense life in the US. A tiny flicker of life, a spark of connection, then the fog descends again.
Was it even real? Does it matter if it isn't? She is never going to burst into glorious flower, like her childhood friend. There is no mass in her to go critical. 4 stars
Tsi-Tse brings the cost of settling instead of settling down to the diametric opposite of the earlier stories' impoverished as well as unhappy lives. Elena thought she escaped Macedonia's grinding poverty by marrying an American man with a good job and moving to New Mexico. She found loneliness, isolation, and motherhood's endless unmeetable demands. She also failed to disentangle herself from her ill, needy father. Returning to Skopje when he has a stroke, she's in the eternally tempting path of cheating because her high-school crush Jovan has been in email contact...ain't the twenty-first century grand?...and the lure of Home is so deep...dreams are, after all, deepest when one is dreaming. Pesky reality has no chance to screw things up in dreams. Pity dreams can't last. 4 stars
I'm Not Going Anywhere is Riste-the-incel's humiliated homecoming to his Mama in Skopje after his hottie wife and teenaged daughter finally work up the nous to trade up men. The escape to Australia that he participated in gave them the scope to do better than his bitter, furious, abusive self. Now he's unloading all his pent-up anger on his mother, a portly, poor, elderly woman whose life has clearly been spent as some man or another's dogsbody.
After throwing a tantrum about his mother's goulash being inferior, he storms off to get some veal and show her how it's done. This leads ro a reckoning with his past that he clearly expected to go differently than it did. I found spending time in Riste's company thoroughly unpleasant. 3.5 stars
Medusa pilots us to what, from the off, I was certain was going to be a grisly cocktail party with a pair of Balkan academics visiting some very, very nouveau riche fellow-countrymen in that couple's ever-so-new-money new-build mansion. It doesn't help that the guest's husband is in the sights of the host's wife....
We've been to that party, or at least those of us over a certain age have, and it's a grim, brutal evening. In this telling of it, it very much is that awful, brutal evening for all concerned. 4 stars
Cherokee Red brutalizes a gay kid with a homophobic father whose immigrant status marks the whole family out in ever-so-sunny, ever-so-hot Phoenix...about as far from Macedonia geographically and culturally as a place on Earth can get.
You never know what words will fall where they can do the most damage, do you, and yet there most people are spouting the most revolting kind of hatred and ignorance without a care in the world. Bitter anger, hatred, self-loathing all wound up in a bloated, bombastic, shouting boozehound's nightmarish effusion demonstrating his nithingness. 4 stars
The 8th of March plunged me back into the bad memories of being in alcoholic relationships. The utter, appalling humiliation of Vesna-the-drunk stirred up bad old days, and brought a giant rush of anxiety my way. Horrifyingly cruel, this portrait of self-pity and utter, abject, appallingly public humiliation is easily the most perfectly realized of the whole collection. No alcoholic needs any help destroying their life, but sometimes Life provides them a stage. Harrowing. 5 stars
The Publisher Says: Razor-sharp social commentary, Jane Austen for contemporary feminists unafraid to confront a dark world
In her latest translated volume of collected short fiction, Rumena Bužarovska delivers more of what established her as “one of the most interesting writers working in Europe today.� Already a bestseller across her native Macedonia, I’m Not Going Anywhere is an unsentimental and hyperrealist collection in which Macedonians leave their country of origin to escape bleakness—only to find, in other locales, new kinds of desolation in these dark, biting, and utterly absorbing stories.
I RECEIVED A DRC FROM THE PUBLISHER VIA EDELWEISS+. THANK YOU.
My Review: Seven stories, all centering women and their feelings; few socially acceptable, none positive.
Not having participted in heterosexuality for quite some time now, I am left utterly verschmeckeled by its continued existence. Exactly no women whose writing gets attention write of happiness connected to men. In romantic fiction, after the couple is established, the story ends; and none of them start with happy straight people. Of my own personal knowledge, there are almost no women really happy in their state of making eternal compromises and settlings they make to maintain relationships to their men. Why are y'all bothering? It's not great for anyone involved to be in what amounts to prison with a cellmate you condescendingly tolerate at best, despise and detest at worst.
Well...no one's makin' me do it, so my only interest is an outsider's appalled fascination. Self-inflicted harm seems so wasteful. Not one of these stories is going to challenge my observation's validity; that Author Bužarovska is a multi-award-winning chronicler of straight women's experience suggests to me that she's on to something or the kudos wouldn't flow.
Strap in...we're headin' into the venerable institution of the Bryce Method to examine a little of what she is talking about in this collection.
The Vase reminds me of the drunken fights, the rage and hatred of being Stuck, stuck with-stuck in-stuck under, that there bursts out the sudden overpowering need to break shit just to make the world hurt a little bit like you are. That time in my own life was hellish. It's all right here in a few pages.
With every drink I am getting more and more pissed at him, and at his mother for not dying. The idea that she is sitting there all sick and hideous in her living room like a neglected houseplant, watching stupid soap operas all day, enrages me.
The poison of disappointment and the rage of thwarted entitlement eat caustically away until they spill out, paradoxically, as acid recrimination. 4 unhappy stars
Blackberries charts the course of a passive, purposeless thirty-three year old as she aimlessly moves towards the scene of a dreamlike past to test whether she was even real as a child. Her memories of the place guide her in opening the old cottage her grandparents had. The scenes of domestic contentment shining in front of her dingy present include memories of a vivid friend from that past; these seem to conjure the now-woman from the stones, summon her back to this crumbling haunt from her passionate intense life in the US. A tiny flicker of life, a spark of connection, then the fog descends again.
Was it even real? Does it matter if it isn't? She is never going to burst into glorious flower, like her childhood friend. There is no mass in her to go critical. 4 stars
I flick on the living room light: it works. I flick on all the light switches: everything is working; nothing is amiss. But it can't be, I say to myself. Nothing is ever right. That's just how it looks.
Tsi-Tse brings the cost of settling instead of settling down to the diametric opposite of the earlier stories' impoverished as well as unhappy lives. Elena thought she escaped Macedonia's grinding poverty by marrying an American man with a good job and moving to New Mexico. She found loneliness, isolation, and motherhood's endless unmeetable demands. She also failed to disentangle herself from her ill, needy father. Returning to Skopje when he has a stroke, she's in the eternally tempting path of cheating because her high-school crush Jovan has been in email contact...ain't the twenty-first century grand?...and the lure of Home is so deep...dreams are, after all, deepest when one is dreaming. Pesky reality has no chance to screw things up in dreams. Pity dreams can't last. 4 stars
I'm Not Going Anywhere is Riste-the-incel's humiliated homecoming to his Mama in Skopje after his hottie wife and teenaged daughter finally work up the nous to trade up men. The escape to Australia that he participated in gave them the scope to do better than his bitter, furious, abusive self. Now he's unloading all his pent-up anger on his mother, a portly, poor, elderly woman whose life has clearly been spent as some man or another's dogsbody.
After throwing a tantrum about his mother's goulash being inferior, he storms off to get some veal and show her how it's done. This leads ro a reckoning with his past that he clearly expected to go differently than it did. I found spending time in Riste's company thoroughly unpleasant. 3.5 stars
Medusa pilots us to what, from the off, I was certain was going to be a grisly cocktail party with a pair of Balkan academics visiting some very, very nouveau riche fellow-countrymen in that couple's ever-so-new-money new-build mansion. It doesn't help that the guest's husband is in the sights of the host's wife....
We've been to that party, or at least those of us over a certain age have, and it's a grim, brutal evening. In this telling of it, it very much is that awful, brutal evening for all concerned. 4 stars
Cherokee Red brutalizes a gay kid with a homophobic father whose immigrant status marks the whole family out in ever-so-sunny, ever-so-hot Phoenix...about as far from Macedonia geographically and culturally as a place on Earth can get.
You never know what words will fall where they can do the most damage, do you, and yet there most people are spouting the most revolting kind of hatred and ignorance without a care in the world. Bitter anger, hatred, self-loathing all wound up in a bloated, bombastic, shouting boozehound's nightmarish effusion demonstrating his nithingness. 4 stars
The 8th of March plunged me back into the bad memories of being in alcoholic relationships. The utter, appalling humiliation of Vesna-the-drunk stirred up bad old days, and brought a giant rush of anxiety my way. Horrifyingly cruel, this portrait of self-pity and utter, abject, appallingly public humiliation is easily the most perfectly realized of the whole collection. No alcoholic needs any help destroying their life, but sometimes Life provides them a stage. Harrowing. 5 stars
August 28, 2019
Nova zbirka priča Rumene Bužarovske istovremena je slična, ali i dosta drugačija u odnosu na prethodnu. A to je i te kako dobra stvar, jer pokazuje da neko ima određene detalje ili čitave teme koje su mu na neki način opsesivne i da ima vjerovatno istinsku volju i potrebu da ih obradi i da im se posveti koliko god je to moguće, s druge strane, nije neko ko se ponavlja i ko će vam podmetnuti neznatne izmjene istih obrazaca ili potpuno iste postupke samo u nekim drugim svjetovima priče (čak ni ako ima priču istog naziva kao i u prethodnoj knjizi).
U centru ove zbirke, na šta upućuje i sam naslov, stoji pitanje identiteta i drugosti, odlaska i ostanka, mogućnosti uspješnog presađivanja vlastitog korijenja, odnos transformacije i (ne)prilagođavanja, izmještenost sa svim što je prati, bila to izmještenost ovdje ili tamo, ili i jedno i drugo. Životi likova nisu nam predstavljeni u njihovoj cjelovitosti, mi bivamo jednostavno naprasno ubačeni u epizodu njihovog života, uz pokoji detalj koji nam objašnjava kako su došli tu gdje jesu i otkud to da mi kao čitaoci vidimo sve što vidimo, ali ništa preko toga. Nema tu ni nekih velikih završnica i dugoročnih projekcija. Kao što smo upali u njihove živote, tako iz njih i iskačemo. Koliko god da su me nekad znali nervirati takvi krajevi, koji gotovo da to i nisu, polako počinjem (istina, i dalje učim) da vjerujem da je to možda i najpoštenija stvar koju autorka/autor može uraditi svojim likovima.
U centru ove zbirke, na šta upućuje i sam naslov, stoji pitanje identiteta i drugosti, odlaska i ostanka, mogućnosti uspješnog presađivanja vlastitog korijenja, odnos transformacije i (ne)prilagođavanja, izmještenost sa svim što je prati, bila to izmještenost ovdje ili tamo, ili i jedno i drugo. Životi likova nisu nam predstavljeni u njihovoj cjelovitosti, mi bivamo jednostavno naprasno ubačeni u epizodu njihovog života, uz pokoji detalj koji nam objašnjava kako su došli tu gdje jesu i otkud to da mi kao čitaoci vidimo sve što vidimo, ali ništa preko toga. Nema tu ni nekih velikih završnica i dugoročnih projekcija. Kao što smo upali u njihove živote, tako iz njih i iskačemo. Koliko god da su me nekad znali nervirati takvi krajevi, koji gotovo da to i nisu, polako počinjem (istina, i dalje učim) da vjerujem da je to možda i najpoštenija stvar koju autorka/autor može uraditi svojim likovima.
June 5, 2019
Ova žena je nevjerovatna! Mislim da svi znate kako sam doživjela njenu prethodnu zbirku priča i valjda sam sad, shvativši koje teme su njena preokupacija, mogla pažljivije da pristupim iščitavanju i pokušajima otkrivanja slojeva njenog pisanja.
Dakle, ne pamtim kada su me nečiji književni likovi ovoliko nervirali! Toliko su zajedljivi i pakosni, iritantni do besvijesti, gotovo kao ljudi od krvi i mesa! I onda sam shvatila da bi neko uopšte uspio isprovocirati ovakvu reakciju mora đavolski jebitačno pisati. Rumena ima sve, vještinu dovedenu do savršenstva, besprijekornu tehniku i kvalitet pisanja, te tajnu za postizanje autentičnosti. Ja sam zapravo ljubomorna koliko dobro ona piše, eto, to je, shvatila sam.
Naravno, i dalje mi je žao što ne piše i o nekim, mom ukusu, ljepšim temama, o boljim ljudima, žao mi je što ne osjetim oduševljenje nečim ili zainteresovanost za kakve prijatne emocije. Ali, takva je, šta bih sad. Sama priznaje da svojim pisanjem prenosi sopstvenu nadrkanost i svojevrsnu osvetu ljudima koje opisuje u svojim pričama. 😊 S te strane, divim se njenoj iskrenosti, ali i nesumnjivom efektu koji postiže. Mislim da se mnogi od nas, ako smo dovoljno pošteni prema sebi, možemo poistovjetiti s nekim od njenih likova.
Jedina moja zamjerka je neadekvatna motivisanost pojedinih protagonista, odnosno ponašanje koje demonstriraju najčešće nije posljedica nekih zadatih okolnosti koje Bužarovska postavlja i nameće kao uzrok (konkretno migracija i/ili balkanskih kompleksa) već krajnje ličnog nezadovoljstva koje nema veze sa uticajem promijenjene sredine. Zbog toga i zbog Karverovski ispresijecane fabule i naglih krajeva, ocijena niže.
Inače, ova zbirka mi djeluje daleko zrelija i zaokruženija od prethodne, ali prije da prošli put zamagljenog pogleda nisam bila u stanju da prepoznam i uticaj američke škole pisanja kratke priče.
Dakle, ne pamtim kada su me nečiji književni likovi ovoliko nervirali! Toliko su zajedljivi i pakosni, iritantni do besvijesti, gotovo kao ljudi od krvi i mesa! I onda sam shvatila da bi neko uopšte uspio isprovocirati ovakvu reakciju mora đavolski jebitačno pisati. Rumena ima sve, vještinu dovedenu do savršenstva, besprijekornu tehniku i kvalitet pisanja, te tajnu za postizanje autentičnosti. Ja sam zapravo ljubomorna koliko dobro ona piše, eto, to je, shvatila sam.
Naravno, i dalje mi je žao što ne piše i o nekim, mom ukusu, ljepšim temama, o boljim ljudima, žao mi je što ne osjetim oduševljenje nečim ili zainteresovanost za kakve prijatne emocije. Ali, takva je, šta bih sad. Sama priznaje da svojim pisanjem prenosi sopstvenu nadrkanost i svojevrsnu osvetu ljudima koje opisuje u svojim pričama. 😊 S te strane, divim se njenoj iskrenosti, ali i nesumnjivom efektu koji postiže. Mislim da se mnogi od nas, ako smo dovoljno pošteni prema sebi, možemo poistovjetiti s nekim od njenih likova.
Jedina moja zamjerka je neadekvatna motivisanost pojedinih protagonista, odnosno ponašanje koje demonstriraju najčešće nije posljedica nekih zadatih okolnosti koje Bužarovska postavlja i nameće kao uzrok (konkretno migracija i/ili balkanskih kompleksa) već krajnje ličnog nezadovoljstva koje nema veze sa uticajem promijenjene sredine. Zbog toga i zbog Karverovski ispresijecane fabule i naglih krajeva, ocijena niže.
Inače, ova zbirka mi djeluje daleko zrelija i zaokruženija od prethodne, ali prije da prošli put zamagljenog pogleda nisam bila u stanju da prepoznam i uticaj američke škole pisanja kratke priče.
June 22, 2020
Koju li će temu sledeću potkačiti?
October 12, 2023
Ανήκω στους αναγνώστες στους οποίους η πρώτη συλλογή διηγημάτων της συγγραφέως με τίτλο Ο Άντρας μου, δεν με ικανοποίησε, δεν εισέπραξα ότι εισέπραξαν από την ανάγνωση του οι περισσότεροι.
Αυτό όμως δεν σημαίνει ότι δεν ήθελα να διαβάσω και την επόμενη συλλογή της, και για να είμαι ειλικρινής το αποφάσισα ακούγοντας την στην επίσκεψη της στον κήπο του Αρχαιολογικού Μουσείου.
Λιγότερες ιστορίες αυτή τη φορά, που επικεντρώνονται περισσότερο στην ανάγκη των Βαλκανίων να ξεφύγουν από τη μιζέρια και τη φτώχεια, σαφέστατα επηρεασμένοι από το Αμερικανικό Όνειρο, την ανάγκη για επιτυχία, για ολοκλήρωση.
Κάποιοι από αυτούς καταφέρνουν να ξεφύγουν, αλλά όσο κι αν το θέλουν, δεν μπορούν να αποποιηθούν της καταγωγής τους - και δεν το λέω επικριτικά.
Αρκετές φορές η καταγωγή μας, η γλώσσα μας μας περιορίζει και δεν μας αφήνει να ξεφύγουμε, να ελευθερωθουμε!
Αυτό όμως δεν σημαίνει ότι δεν ήθελα να διαβάσω και την επόμενη συλλογή της, και για να είμαι ειλικρινής το αποφάσισα ακούγοντας την στην επίσκεψη της στον κήπο του Αρχαιολογικού Μουσείου.
Λιγότερες ιστορίες αυτή τη φορά, που επικεντρώνονται περισσότερο στην ανάγκη των Βαλκανίων να ξεφύγουν από τη μιζέρια και τη φτώχεια, σαφέστατα επηρεασμένοι από το Αμερικανικό Όνειρο, την ανάγκη για επιτυχία, για ολοκλήρωση.
Κάποιοι από αυτούς καταφέρνουν να ξεφύγουν, αλλά όσο κι αν το θέλουν, δεν μπορούν να αποποιηθούν της καταγωγής τους - και δεν το λέω επικριτικά.
Αρκετές φορές η καταγωγή μας, η γλώσσα μας μας περιορίζει και δεν μας αφήνει να ξεφύγουμε, να ελευθερωθουμε!
December 20, 2018
Раскази со умисла.
Читаш еден, па правиш пауза. За да се соземеш ако те треснал од земја или да се сетиш на сите мили луѓенца што почнаа гастербајтерство.
Јас, кај Румена, уживам во деталите: дамката на исчистениот тепих видлива откога ќе дојдат гостите, чукнувањето на чашата од забот, налепницата суперхерој-верверица од Агрокрем, празните црева што кркорат во најнепожелен момент...
И времето- сегашно и сурово.
Читаш еден, па правиш пауза. За да се соземеш ако те треснал од земја или да се сетиш на сите мили луѓенца што почнаа гастербајтерство.
Јас, кај Румена, уживам во деталите: дамката на исчистениот тепих видлива откога ќе дојдат гостите, чукнувањето на чашата од забот, налепницата суперхерој-верверица од Агрокрем, празните црева што кркорат во најнепожелен момент...
И времето- сегашно и сурово.
January 10, 2021
Od svih Rumeninih priča koje sam do sad pročitala, Vaza mi je bila omiljena. Računajući da je to priča kojom otpočinje ova zbirka, nadala sam se da će cela biti u tom duhu, ali nije bilo te sreće.
Čini mi se da one priče koje su pisane iz ugla starijih žena ne odišu preteranom autentičnošću i da je to ono što najviše manjka. Slično mi je bilo i kad sam od nje čitala ѳž.
Čini mi se da one priče koje su pisane iz ugla starijih žena ne odišu preteranom autentičnošću i da je to ono što najviše manjka. Slično mi je bilo i kad sam od nje čitala ѳž.
August 1, 2019
Ne sećam se da sam igde naišao na ovako uverljivo opisanu ljubomoru, koja je istovremeno lajtmotiv čitave zbirke. Baš svaka priča je dobra, od prve, strašno gorke, do poslednje, zbog koje sam - negde pri sredini - plakao od smeha. Bužarovska kao da je postala velika upravo odsustvom namere da to bude: nema pametovanja, ispraznih rečenica, bombastičnih krajeva... Samo život. Sjajna je.
November 21, 2024
Sabiram i oduzimam utiske vec neko vreme, jer su bas ispomesani nakon citanja ove knjige i jedno znam - not my cup of tea�
Da sumiram, ovo je druga Rumenina knjiga koju sam procitala jednu za drugom (pre nedelju dana “Moj muž� i sada ovu), i cini mi se da cu napraviti pauzu od njenih knjiga za ubuduce. Jednostavno - obe su me ubedacile i uvele u neku blagu depresiju.
I u jednoj i u drugoj se iznose intimni detalji iz zivota nekih marginalizovanih ljudi. Normalnih a u stvari izopacenih licnosti. Svakodnevnih a u stvari ektraordinarnih zivotnih situacija. Ostavila sam review i za “Moj muz� knjigu, utisak je veoma slican i kod citanja ove s tim sto je jos vise nego prethodna izazvala osecaj zbunjenosti i izneverenih ocekivanja.
Da pojasnim: prica se zahuhtava izvanredno, likovi su neverovatno dobro objasnjeni, spisateljica ih opise tako da mogu detaljno dq udjem u njihovu psihu, da ih fizicki zamislim i imam osecaj da mogu bukvalno da ih dodirenem (za to skidam kapu Rumenoj, odlicno uradjeno:)), i dakle - prica krece, zahuktava se, ubrzava, postaje sve zanimljivija, mislis bice vatromet na kraju i jedva cekas poslednju stranicu price ali onda sledi kraj koji je ŠLJUS. :(
Bez poente, bez epiloga, bez razresenja, bez slike sta je bilo dalje i kako su akteri price izasli na kraj sa problemima/dilemama koje su imali� Krajevi prica su za mene bili totalno razocaravajuci, sa izuzetkom jedne (poslednje price u ovoj knjizi gde je iole dat neki epilog dogadjaja).
Kod svih prica je prisutno neko crnilo, neka latentna depresija, neke promasene ljubavi, neka neiskrena prijateljstva� aman nista vedro i normalno.
Mozda ja ne razumem ovaj moderan stil pisanja, ne znam� Ja sam uvek za dobar “old school� stil gde postoji - uvod, razrada, zakljucak�
Elem, 2.5 za knjigu, ali hajde da zaokruzim na mrsavu 3-jku jer je ipak uspela da ostavi neki dublji utisak na mene cim pisem ovoliki review�:)
Da sumiram, ovo je druga Rumenina knjiga koju sam procitala jednu za drugom (pre nedelju dana “Moj muž� i sada ovu), i cini mi se da cu napraviti pauzu od njenih knjiga za ubuduce. Jednostavno - obe su me ubedacile i uvele u neku blagu depresiju.
I u jednoj i u drugoj se iznose intimni detalji iz zivota nekih marginalizovanih ljudi. Normalnih a u stvari izopacenih licnosti. Svakodnevnih a u stvari ektraordinarnih zivotnih situacija. Ostavila sam review i za “Moj muz� knjigu, utisak je veoma slican i kod citanja ove s tim sto je jos vise nego prethodna izazvala osecaj zbunjenosti i izneverenih ocekivanja.
Da pojasnim: prica se zahuhtava izvanredno, likovi su neverovatno dobro objasnjeni, spisateljica ih opise tako da mogu detaljno dq udjem u njihovu psihu, da ih fizicki zamislim i imam osecaj da mogu bukvalno da ih dodirenem (za to skidam kapu Rumenoj, odlicno uradjeno:)), i dakle - prica krece, zahuktava se, ubrzava, postaje sve zanimljivija, mislis bice vatromet na kraju i jedva cekas poslednju stranicu price ali onda sledi kraj koji je ŠLJUS. :(
Bez poente, bez epiloga, bez razresenja, bez slike sta je bilo dalje i kako su akteri price izasli na kraj sa problemima/dilemama koje su imali� Krajevi prica su za mene bili totalno razocaravajuci, sa izuzetkom jedne (poslednje price u ovoj knjizi gde je iole dat neki epilog dogadjaja).
Kod svih prica je prisutno neko crnilo, neka latentna depresija, neke promasene ljubavi, neka neiskrena prijateljstva� aman nista vedro i normalno.
Mozda ja ne razumem ovaj moderan stil pisanja, ne znam� Ja sam uvek za dobar “old school� stil gde postoji - uvod, razrada, zakljucak�
Elem, 2.5 za knjigu, ali hajde da zaokruzim na mrsavu 3-jku jer je ipak uspela da ostavi neki dublji utisak na mene cim pisem ovoliki review�:)
July 11, 2019
U četiri dana dve Rumenine zbirke... Mislim da to dovoljno govori o tome kakav utisak su njene priče ostavile na mene. Svakako bih volela ovde ukratko da prenesem osećanja koja je "Nikuda ne idem" ostavila za sobom u mom slučaju.
Kao i priče iz zbirke "Moj muž", tako su i one iz "Nikuda ne idem" bolno emotivne i realistične - možda u nekim delovima i previše za moj ukus, čime bih opravdala i četiri umesto pet zvezdica u oceni ove zbirke. Ipak, čisto subjektivno. Autorka veoma moćno uvuče čitaoca u priču, već prvom rečenicom, a isto tako i postavlja savršen završetak iste, koji čitaoca ostavlja sa veoma pomešanim osećanjima. Kao i "Moj muž" i "Nikuda ne idem" je probudila osećaj bliskog i poznatog kod mene, a samim tim i pomalo uznemirujućeg, što samo govori u prilog realističnosti, a samim tim i kvalitetu Bužarovskinog pisanja. Slobodno mogu reći da sam se zaljubila u njene priče i stil.
Kao i priče iz zbirke "Moj muž", tako su i one iz "Nikuda ne idem" bolno emotivne i realistične - možda u nekim delovima i previše za moj ukus, čime bih opravdala i četiri umesto pet zvezdica u oceni ove zbirke. Ipak, čisto subjektivno. Autorka veoma moćno uvuče čitaoca u priču, već prvom rečenicom, a isto tako i postavlja savršen završetak iste, koji čitaoca ostavlja sa veoma pomešanim osećanjima. Kao i "Moj muž" i "Nikuda ne idem" je probudila osećaj bliskog i poznatog kod mene, a samim tim i pomalo uznemirujućeg, što samo govori u prilog realističnosti, a samim tim i kvalitetu Bužarovskinog pisanja. Slobodno mogu reći da sam se zaljubila u njene priče i stil.
January 27, 2024
Συναρπαστικές ιστορίες, το προσωπικό δίπλα στο συλλογικό, ένας λαός που προσπαθεί να μείνει όρθιος, η γενιά που κυνήγησε το όνειρο σε μακρινούς τόπους και επιστρέφει στα πάτρια. Η Buzarovska ξέρει να αφηγείται με τρόπο ζωντανό και καθηλωτικό, κουβαλάει μια καρβερική λιτότητα και ευστοχία. Οι ιστορίες της σε βρίσκουν στην καρδιά.
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August 19, 2023
χρόνος ανάγνωσης κριτικής: 1 λεπτό και 22 δευτερόλεπτα
Το αρνητικό με τις συλλογές διηγημάτων είναι ότι οι περισσότερες
έχουν πάρα πολλά διηγήματα, και έτσι πάνω από τα μισά τα ξεχνάς,
ειδικά αυτά που είναι κάτω των 20 σελίδων.
Μέχρι να το ξεκινήσεις σου τελειώνει και δεν προλαβαίνεις να δεθείς
με την ιστορία και τους ήρωες.
Ας πούμε, ένα διήγημα των 30 σελίδων πρέπει να συμπυκνώσει και
να πει αυτά που θα πει ένα μυθιστόρημα των 300 σελίδων.
Αλλά τα περισσότερα διηγήματα συνήθως είναι σαν κομμάτια από
μεγαλύτερο έργο και πάντα κάτι λείπει.
Ε, όταν είδα ότι το πρώτο βιβλίο της Μπουζάροφσκα ήταν διηγήματα λέω όπα.
Αν και δεν διάβασα κάτι από Βόρεια Μακεδονία είχα δεύτερες σκέψεις να το πάρω.
Όταν βγήκε όμως το δεύτερο της βιβλίο το πήρα σχεδόν αμέσως.
Την έπαθα όμως διότι και λίγο βιαστικός ήμουν
και το οπισθόφυλλο δεν έλεγε ξεκάθαρα πως και αυτό το βιβλίο θα είναι διηγήματα.
Φυλλομετρώντας το όμως ένιωσα κάπως καλύτερα διότι με 300 κάτι σελίδες
τα συγκεκριμένα 7 διηγήματα έχουν μέσο όρο 40 σελίδες οπότε λέω
λίγα διηγήματα -πολλές σελίδες θα μπω για τα καλά στο θέμα,
όπως έγινε και με την συλλογή από Βουλγαρία: .
Έλα όμως που δεν ήταν, προς μεγάλη μου απογοήτευση.
Και τα 7 διηγήματα ανεξαιρέτως, όπως και το τελευταίο των 80 σελίδων το οποίο
ήταν παραπάνω νουβέλα λόγω έκτασης, ήταν λες και κάποιος τα έσκισε από
υπάρχοντα μυθιστορήματα και τα κόλλησε μαζί σε ένα βιβλίο.
Ξεκινούσαν όλα στην μέση των πραγμάτων in media res, και μέχρι να μπεις στο
θέμα και να καταλάβεις τι ταλάνιζε τον ήρωα, τσουπ, τέλος.
Δεν υπήρχε μια κορυφαία στιγμή που να μεταβάλλει την τύχη του αφηγητή όπως θα ήθελε,
εκτός από μένα και ο Αριστοτέλης με μια «μίμηση πράξεως σπουδαίας και τελείας».
Και μιας και πιάσαμε Αριστοτέλη: η τῶ� τοιούτων παθημάτων κάθαρσιν παντελώς απούσα.
Όλα τελείωναν με ένα γεγονός, μια κορύφωση που δεν έφτανε όμως,
αν όχι σε οργασμό του αναγνώστη, τουλάχιστον σε ένα επίλογο,
μια έξοδο, μια ολοκλήρωση.
Και το θέμα που ταλάνιζε τους ήρωες που τους οδηγο��σε σε εκείνο το πάθημα
άνευ καθάρσεως ήταν πιο δυσδιάκριτο και από ό,τι αχνοφαινόταν
Με άλλα λόγια δε δέθηκα με τους ήρωες και ούτε με την ιστορία τους,
παρά την έκτασή της.
Απογοήτευση τελικά η Μπουζάροφσκα και μάλλον δε θα πάρω κάτι άλλο δικό της. Κρίμα.
Τουλάχιστον πήρα μια γεύση από τη ζωή στη Βόρεια Μακεδονία.
June 10, 2019
9 / 10 😃
July 28, 2023
Υπάρχει στο προφίλ στο ινσταγκραμ παιδιά 🙃🙃🙃
April 19, 2021
Kao i u zbirci “Moj muž�, nemilosrdno uveličavajuće (do groteske!) ogledalo za sve ružno u ovim našim običnim svakodnevnim veoma nesavršenim životima i u nama samima. Efekat je kao saobraćajna nesreća pored koje prolazite i ne možete da skrenete pogled - pa u tom smislu, da, drži pažnju vrlo uspešno.
Srećom, život nije samo ružnoća, pa ni ovakav njegov prikaz nije prava slika, i treba se setiti toga i odbraniti se od crnog razočaranja ka kome nas ovako izolovan ugao posmatranja gura.
Moj rejting (koji bih sad promenila) za “Moj muž� je bio 5, jer sam bila impresionirana baš tom šokantnošću, beskompromisnošću i snagom kojom sve to tera na introspekciju. Medjutim, vremenom i posle još jedne zbirke sa istim dejstvom, sve više mi smeta to pritiskanje samo jednog tasa vage koja je život, jer u osnovi život je (srećom) balans a ovde se ta prosta istina uglavnom ignoriše.
Srećom, život nije samo ružnoća, pa ni ovakav njegov prikaz nije prava slika, i treba se setiti toga i odbraniti se od crnog razočaranja ka kome nas ovako izolovan ugao posmatranja gura.
Moj rejting (koji bih sad promenila) za “Moj muž� je bio 5, jer sam bila impresionirana baš tom šokantnošću, beskompromisnošću i snagom kojom sve to tera na introspekciju. Medjutim, vremenom i posle još jedne zbirke sa istim dejstvom, sve više mi smeta to pritiskanje samo jednog tasa vage koja je život, jer u osnovi život je (srećom) balans a ovde se ta prosta istina uglavnom ignoriše.
October 26, 2020
Svaki osmi mart se završi kolektivnim povraćanjem <3
December 9, 2020
Прекрасна, досетлива збирка на раскази!
Не сум запознаен со други дела на Бужаровска, но оваа книга ми остави и те каков впечаток. Ликовите (особено женските) отскокнуваат од страницата и се речиси допирливи. Случките и настаните во кои тие се фрлени допираат до оние делови од нас кои ги чуваме заклучени со катанец. Не често си ги признаваме комплексите, загноените сеќавања, и некои скриени вистини. Румена на вешт и досетлив начин ги изнесува овие нешта на виделина и ни ги „плеска� во лицето.
Моја препорака е да не престанете со читање дури и кога шлаканиците ќе почнат да болат. Тоа што Бужаровска се обидува да го направи (според мене) е да ја отслика трагикомичната состојба во која се наоѓа современиот македонски/балкански човек. Повеќето ликови се изгубени индивидуи чии животни одлуки натежнуваат над нивната сегашна состојба. Некои живеат во странство, но копнеат по својата татковина, со импулс на романтизираност и драматичност. Други, останале дома, но размислуваат за тоа што би било доколку живееле „надвор�, а не тука. На совршен начин завршниците на расказите се расплетуваат со голема нужност и неизбежност. Токму тука лежи драматичноста на приказните. Одлуките кои ликовите ги имаат донесно нужно ги носат ликовите во еден трагичен заклучок.
Она што Бужаровска го постигнува со ова дело, како македонски книжевник, е тоа што иако пишува за „транзицискиот� човек на некоја изгубена генерација, не запаѓа во клишеата на мизерија, сиромаштија и безнадежноста. Напротив, повеќето ликови се Македонки на некоја нова генерација која на далечниот запад нашла одредена финансиска стабилност и убавина. За возврат останале душевно сиромашни.
Не сум запознаен со други дела на Бужаровска, но оваа книга ми остави и те каков впечаток. Ликовите (особено женските) отскокнуваат од страницата и се речиси допирливи. Случките и настаните во кои тие се фрлени допираат до оние делови од нас кои ги чуваме заклучени со катанец. Не често си ги признаваме комплексите, загноените сеќавања, и некои скриени вистини. Румена на вешт и досетлив начин ги изнесува овие нешта на виделина и ни ги „плеска� во лицето.
Моја препорака е да не престанете со читање дури и кога шлаканиците ќе почнат да болат. Тоа што Бужаровска се обидува да го направи (според мене) е да ја отслика трагикомичната состојба во која се наоѓа современиот македонски/балкански човек. Повеќето ликови се изгубени индивидуи чии животни одлуки натежнуваат над нивната сегашна состојба. Некои живеат во странство, но копнеат по својата татковина, со импулс на романтизираност и драматичност. Други, останале дома, но размислуваат за тоа што би било доколку живееле „надвор�, а не тука. На совршен начин завршниците на расказите се расплетуваат со голема нужност и неизбежност. Токму тука лежи драматичноста на приказните. Одлуките кои ликовите ги имаат донесно нужно ги носат ликовите во еден трагичен заклучок.
Она што Бужаровска го постигнува со ова дело, како македонски книжевник, е тоа што иако пишува за „транзицискиот� човек на некоја изгубена генерација, не запаѓа во клишеата на мизерија, сиромаштија и безнадежноста. Напротив, повеќето ликови се Македонки на некоја нова генерација која на далечниот запад нашла одредена финансиска стабилност и убавина. За возврат останале душевно сиромашни.
June 28, 2023
Πρωτη μου επαφή με τη συγγραφέα και δηλώνω γοητευμένη από τον ωμο ρεαλισμό που χρησιμοποιεί στο χτίσιμο των χαρακτήρων της .όλοι τους ,άνδρες και κυρίως γυναίκες ,είναι άνθρωποι που κάπου στην πορεία της ζωής τους "το έχασαν" όπως λέμε το νόημα ,κάπου έσπασαν ,κάπου συμβιβάστηκαν ,μερικοί μεγαλοπιαστηκαν με το μεγάλο ,αμερικανικό όνειρο και είτε εγκατέλειψαν την Μακεδονία ,είτε προσπάθησαν να "εκσυγχρονιστούν" μέσω της δουλειάς ,των γνωριμιών ,της γλώσσας.ολο αυτό όμως μοιάζει πάνω τους σαν δανεικό ,ξένο ρούχο .οι ήρωες δείχνουν να το συνειδητοποιουν και ενώ στιγμιαία παρουσιάζονται να διεκδικουν κάτι σε ένα ξέσπασμα τους,τελικά επιστρέφουν στη στασιμότητα,τη μελαγχολία ,την παραίτηση .. μου άρεσε πολύ το βιβλίο .κάποια διηγήματα πολύ ,κάποια όχι τόσο (όπως το τελευταίο που ήταν και το μεγαλύτερο και μου άφησε μια μέτρια επιγευση ).ωστόσο με βλέπω να διαβάζω και το "ο άνδρας μου " σύντομα .
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Υ.γ. για όσους το διάβασαν ,τι φάση ακριβώς με τις ολόκληρες σελίδες στα αγγλικά ή στα ντου γιου σπικ ινγκλις? Δηλαδή είναι ολόκληρο το αναγνωστικό κοινό τόσο εξοικειωμενο με την αγγλική που δε χρειάζεται ούτε μετάφραση ούτε τίποτα? Ομολογώ ότι αυτό δε μου άρεσε καθόλου .
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Υ.γ. για όσους το διάβασαν ,τι φάση ακριβώς με τις ολόκληρες σελίδες στα αγγλικά ή στα ντου γιου σπικ ινγκλις? Δηλαδή είναι ολόκληρο το αναγνωστικό κοινό τόσο εξοικειωμενο με την αγγλική που δε χρειάζεται ούτε μετάφραση ούτε τίποτα? Ομολογώ ότι αυτό δε μου άρεσε καθόλου .
January 20, 2024
Απλές καθημερινές ιστορίες πατριαρχίας/φεμινισμού made in Βαλκάνια. Διαβάζεται ευχάριστα, είναι καλογραμμένο και σίγουρα συναντάς κοινά σημεία με την ελληνική πραγματικότητα.
Νομίζω ότι το πρώτο βιβλίο της Ρ. Μπουζάροφσκα είναι ένα τσακ καλύτερο.
Νομίζω ότι το πρώτο βιβλίο της Ρ. Μπουζάροφσκα είναι ένα τσακ καλύτερο.
February 11, 2025
I know jack shit about Macedonia but this book was GREAT. And now I know a little more I guess
March 23, 2023
2.75 � likovi su suvise infantilni i na intelektualnom i na emotivnom nivou, jedina prica koja mi se dopala je Sika, Kupine i Tu sam. Nikuda ne idem su mi okej� Ove ostale Boze sacuvaj i sakloni bez ikakve poente i bilo cega
February 25, 2024
The description of the book here on ŷ refers to Buzarovska as Jane Austen for contemporary feminists. In reality, Buzarovska is what Jane Austen may have dared to dream of becoming.
This collection was incredible, even in comparison to her other, My Husband, which was also thoroughly enjoyable and incisive. As always, her profound narrative, with its deceptively simple facade, elicits laughter, unease, indignation and introspection in turns, to say nothing of greater self-awareness.
In addition to highlighting toxic relationship dynamics, and the insidiously mundane manner in which women are routinely mistreated both privately and publicly, as she did in My Husband as well, here Buzarovska also engages with issues of ethnicity, immigration and feelings of inferiority or superiority that people variously feel in relation to what is written in their passports and what languages they speak (and how fluently). This extra dimension added to the complex web of international interpersonal relations in these stories vividly illuminates the injustices and suffering we inflict upon each other, and endure from each other, in the desperate attempt to carve out meaning for ourselves in a broken and backwards world.
Her writing is imbued with a powerful vein of humane sensitivity, an unflinching courage to look personal and collective corruption of all kinds in the eye and an enviably effortless narrative flow. She is one of a vanishingly small group of writers, whom I can count on the fingers of one hand, whose work I have absolutely no doubt I will return to again and again-despite my strong, general aversion to re-reading anything. There’s no way around it: once just simply isn’t enough.
This collection was incredible, even in comparison to her other, My Husband, which was also thoroughly enjoyable and incisive. As always, her profound narrative, with its deceptively simple facade, elicits laughter, unease, indignation and introspection in turns, to say nothing of greater self-awareness.
In addition to highlighting toxic relationship dynamics, and the insidiously mundane manner in which women are routinely mistreated both privately and publicly, as she did in My Husband as well, here Buzarovska also engages with issues of ethnicity, immigration and feelings of inferiority or superiority that people variously feel in relation to what is written in their passports and what languages they speak (and how fluently). This extra dimension added to the complex web of international interpersonal relations in these stories vividly illuminates the injustices and suffering we inflict upon each other, and endure from each other, in the desperate attempt to carve out meaning for ourselves in a broken and backwards world.
Her writing is imbued with a powerful vein of humane sensitivity, an unflinching courage to look personal and collective corruption of all kinds in the eye and an enviably effortless narrative flow. She is one of a vanishingly small group of writers, whom I can count on the fingers of one hand, whose work I have absolutely no doubt I will return to again and again-despite my strong, general aversion to re-reading anything. There’s no way around it: once just simply isn’t enough.
August 5, 2020
Već prva priča me udarila nogom u stomak. Kako odvratni, teški, neugodni likovi. Fuj! I bez ikakvih "redeeming qualities", bez ikakvog sazrevanja kroz priču, bez ikakvog hepi enda, teme i ideje.
Ali takav je u suštini i život i takvi smo mi ljudi. Vječito uvjereni da je nekom drugom i negdje drugo bolje, da su svi drugi krivi za našu nesreću, nesposobni da se pogledamo u ogledalo i suočimo sa svojim nedostacima, krčkamo se u vlastitoj čorbi zavisti, nesreće, malograđanštine, propalih ambicija.
Teško je bilo čitati, a opet sam pročitala naiskap jer je knjiga jako dobra. Sviđa mi se i tematika i stil. Samo mi nije jasno zbog čega se tako često koristi riječ "volšebno"? Jel do prevoda? Il je to neki fazon koji ja ne kontam?
Ali takav je u suštini i život i takvi smo mi ljudi. Vječito uvjereni da je nekom drugom i negdje drugo bolje, da su svi drugi krivi za našu nesreću, nesposobni da se pogledamo u ogledalo i suočimo sa svojim nedostacima, krčkamo se u vlastitoj čorbi zavisti, nesreće, malograđanštine, propalih ambicija.
Teško je bilo čitati, a opet sam pročitala naiskap jer je knjiga jako dobra. Sviđa mi se i tematika i stil. Samo mi nije jasno zbog čega se tako često koristi riječ "volšebno"? Jel do prevoda? Il je to neki fazon koji ja ne kontam?
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