Max Blecher

7 Jun 2007 - 11 Jun 2007

Premii acordate de ICR la Festivalul "Zile şi nopţi de literatură”

Premiul pentru editarea şi promovarea literaturii române, acordat de Institutul Cultural Român în cadrul Festivalului „Zile şi nopţi de literatură, a fost decernat editurii germane Suhrkamp. În acelaşi cadru, Joaquin Garrigós şi Marco Cugno au fost distinşi

25 May 2007

O nouă serie de titluri subvenţionate de Institutul Cultural Român în străinătate

Sprijin pentru traducerile din autori români – TPS 2007 21 de edituri din 14 ţări vor primi subvenţii în valoare totală de 95 000 EUR, prin Programul de finanţare a editorilor străini pentru traducerea autorilor români TPS (Translation and Publication Support

On Literature And Minorities

The literature of minorities? Literature has always belonged to a minority. Even the one that claims to be the spokesperson for a majority is still addressed to a minority. Because usually, and these days this is even more obvious than before, readers only represent a minority,

The Nightmarish Dreaming Of Max Blecher

The reverie aims to take hold of imaginary territories when the real ones are missing. Max BLECHER In his novels and especially in Occurrences in Current Unreality this process of dreaming turns into an account of an immediate unreality. I-mediated to be more accurate,

Critics About M. Blecher

The unconscious is a privileged territory for Blecher's creation. It's the storage room of all chimeras, the source of imagination, the combustion of the narrative discourse, the origin of the delirium, which feeds the revelation and the inspiration. We can talk

Max Blecher

Max L. Blecher was the son of a wealthy Jewish businessman from Moldavia. After graduating from college in Moldavia, he went to Paris to study medicine, but soon he got ill and became a cripple, forced to stay in bed till the end of his days because of bone tuberculosis.

Hearts Scarred Over

excerpt Sunday finally came. The rain had stopped falling. The patients were all taken out to get some fresh air. They were all sitting side by side in their wheelchairs under a narrow canopy made of sullied cloth that was once yellow but had now been washed out by the