Dagen før Cyrus Console, hans gravide kone Paula og deres et-årige datter tager til Rumænien for at besøge Paulas familie, giver en ultralydsscanning anledning til bekymring om fosteret – en bekymring der under turen rejser større og bredere spørgsmål for Console om forældreskab, sprog, lidelse, kærlighed og tid. Rumænsk notesbog forvandler den kommende forælders angst til en dybere tænkning over det menneskelige vilkår.
a book which begins in a manner that made me want to read it quickly, and from a certain point onwards I continued reading it only because I hoped it got its spark back.. in my humble opinion, unfortunately, this did not happen.. it's a story about a mixed American-Romanian young family and a trip they did in Romania while waiting for the kid, from which I learned that there is a version of sarmale (cabbage rolls) that includes carrots, but I still have no idea why the narrator gave up smoking weed
Read this when it came out I didn't realize it wasn't logged! If you like micro fiction or memoir-esque books you'll like this. I don't remember all the details, but the author is one of those Renaissance types that likes to make connections between different fields and I do remember that vibe here, you get the feeling like there is a lot universal stuff informing the personal experiences he shares in the book.
I was expecting poetry but this is basically autofiction. I am tired of the ultra precise, emotionally sterile even when describing emotions form of autofiction especially after reading Tao Lin. This little novella is better than that, thankfully, as the narrator starts to delve into his past and the book becomes progressively better ending with my favorite part where past reflections are interspersed with present narration.
Fragmented paragraphs of the writer's time visiting his wife's family in Romania. Rhythmic prose, interestingly constructed alienation. I rarely feel like something is missing when I finish a book, but I feel as though there's an absent beat here. Still enjoyed the work very much, but it left me wanting something more, not necessarily a resolution, but a certain emotional beat. Or at least a reaction to the absence of said beat. The constructed nature of the notebooks feels very willful, I just felt like there was another thing that Console needed to address, however he'd decide to go about it.