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Fizika tuge

Georgi Gospodinov

Prevela s bugarskog Ivana Stoičkov

Godina izdanja: 2013

Format (cm): 20cm

Broj Strana: 344

ISBN: 978-86-6145-143-0

Cena: Rasprodato

Već na prvi pogled jasno je da je pred nama moderan roman. A koliko je još i moderniji na drugi pogled?
Gospodinov bez zazora preispituje granice žanra. To čini tako da nam se čini kao da je ovo jedan od poslednjih pokušaja da se dokaže da roman kao književni rod ima još oblika za izmišljanje, obogaćivanje i pokazivanje. Autor istovremeno lakonski i temeljno preispituje roman kao oblik književnog istraživanja, dovodeći ga u ozbiljnu sumnju, te ga potom, tako negiranog, uspostavlja u jednom novom melanžu. Fizika tuge nije više i samo eksperiment; ona je nova romaneskna vrednost. Istorija književnosti verovatno će ga jednoga dana označiti kao: a) prekretnički roman, b) izdajnički roman, ili v) jedan od poslednjih romana koji bi da obuhvate - sve.
Ovaj pre svega poetičan roman, vrlo tanane duše, priča je o fizici ali i metafizici tuge. Čine ga: montaža, kinematografska struktura, pauze, grafika, simboli, tišina, prividna fragmentarnost, samoća, minotaurska napuštenost, lavirinti, antički mitovi, praznina. To je istorija sveta ispričana pogledom nevažnih događaja, netipičnih stvorenja (od puževa do dinosaura i ljudi). U zbiru svega glavni junak je Ja smo. To ja smo ključ je romana: ono je oscilirajuće klatno između prvog i trećeg lica, jednine i množine. Autorska snaga, koja je u svim pričama i telima ove knjige, mnogo je šira od tzv. Sveznajućeg autora.
Roman - vremenska kapsula. Roman u koji se zaljubljuje.
Ako je originalni i uspešni Prirodni roman G. Gospodinova, preveden na 20 jezika, od kojih je srpski bio prvi u svetu (Geopoetika, 2001), bio postmoderan u najplemenitijem smislu reči, Fizika tuge je roman apokaliptičan u najrevolucionarnijem značenju reči.  PeruGuy-s Account

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Day of the Dead. Went to the cemetery in Ayacucho. A mariachi played Contigo Perú while a family painted their abuelo’s tombstone. I cried into my pan de muerto .

That was six years ago.

This account isn’t just a travel log. It’s a ledger. A confession. A love letter to the land of the Incas. I landed in Lima on a cold June morning with zero Spanish, a broken suitcase, and a Lonely Planet that was already three years out of date. My plan was simple: stay two weeks, see Machu Picchu, go home.

Ask me anything. Where to get the best jugo de aguaje in Iquitos? Done. How to avoid altitude sickness without spending $40 on Diamox? Drink the coca tea, don't be a hero.

Welcome. If you’ve stumbled onto this page, you probably know me as PeruGuy —the gringo who traded his office chair for a chullo and hasn’t shut up about ceviche since 2018.

But if you open an account here—if you deposit your patience, your curiosity, and your appetite—the interest rate is infinite.

Yes, I know my accent is terrible. Yes, I still get excited about Inca Kola . Thank you for letting me stay. Recent Entries from PeruGuy’s Account Oct 12, 2024: Just paid 2 soles for a single plastic bag at Wong. The eco-guilt is real. The convenience is realer.

Somewhere between getting lost in the San Pedro Market in Cusco and watching the sunrise over the Rainbow Mountain, I realized I wasn't a tourist anymore. I was a resident of the magic.

— (a.k.a. Greg from Minnesota, but don't call me that here)

Trying to explain causa rellena to my mom back in Ohio. "So it's like a cold potato casserole with chicken salad, but also yellow pepper?" She hung up. Final Entry (For Now) Peru isn’t for everyone. The altitude will humble you. The traffic will rage you. The bureaucracy will make you scream into a pillow.

Next week: “Why I spent $200 on alpaca sweaters and don’t regret a single sol.” ¡Hasta luego, causita!

This account is proof that Peru doesn't just grow on you—it rewires you.

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Day of the Dead. Went to the cemetery in Ayacucho. A mariachi played Contigo Perú while a family painted their abuelo’s tombstone. I cried into my pan de muerto .

That was six years ago.

This account isn’t just a travel log. It’s a ledger. A confession. A love letter to the land of the Incas. I landed in Lima on a cold June morning with zero Spanish, a broken suitcase, and a Lonely Planet that was already three years out of date. My plan was simple: stay two weeks, see Machu Picchu, go home.

Ask me anything. Where to get the best jugo de aguaje in Iquitos? Done. How to avoid altitude sickness without spending $40 on Diamox? Drink the coca tea, don't be a hero.

Welcome. If you’ve stumbled onto this page, you probably know me as PeruGuy —the gringo who traded his office chair for a chullo and hasn’t shut up about ceviche since 2018.

But if you open an account here—if you deposit your patience, your curiosity, and your appetite—the interest rate is infinite.

Yes, I know my accent is terrible. Yes, I still get excited about Inca Kola . Thank you for letting me stay. Recent Entries from PeruGuy’s Account Oct 12, 2024: Just paid 2 soles for a single plastic bag at Wong. The eco-guilt is real. The convenience is realer.

Somewhere between getting lost in the San Pedro Market in Cusco and watching the sunrise over the Rainbow Mountain, I realized I wasn't a tourist anymore. I was a resident of the magic.

— (a.k.a. Greg from Minnesota, but don't call me that here)

Trying to explain causa rellena to my mom back in Ohio. "So it's like a cold potato casserole with chicken salad, but also yellow pepper?" She hung up. Final Entry (For Now) Peru isn’t for everyone. The altitude will humble you. The traffic will rage you. The bureaucracy will make you scream into a pillow.

Next week: “Why I spent $200 on alpaca sweaters and don’t regret a single sol.” ¡Hasta luego, causita!

This account is proof that Peru doesn't just grow on you—it rewires you.