I find it odd to review a Romanian book in English, but when time is limited, it is easier and more efficient to record my impressions this way. In general I try to read at least one book in my first language every year, so as to not lose my grip on it completely. Because my appreciation of Cartarescu is well known within my family, that book usually ends up being one of his novels or collections. The selection process is not lacking, seeing that a new volume is added to our library after every trip back to the mother country...
As such, Fata de la marginea vietii showed up this year (2017), in one of my parents' suitcases. I had not heard about it previously, meaning it must have been published within the last couple of years, and I was delighted to learn it aggregates a number of stories and essays from across the author's career. The fact that all of these except the title story had already been presented in previous works did not bother me in the least. It was actually interesting to revisit some of the older stories following my own life experience in the intervening years, and see if they resonated the same way. For the most part, they did not, but I still enjoyed them.
Overall, this collection is vintage Cartarescu: a distinct blend of magical realism and dreamy, nostalgic reminiscences of characters, events and landscapes from the author's past that were key to shaping his powerful imagination. Cartarescu has been acknowledged as one of Romania's top artists for more than two decades, primarily because his writing is able to express the essence of being Romanian, across wide swaths of time, better than anyone else. This is certainly the case with the volume at hand, even when some of the stories, such as the ones with zmei (the fantastic creatures of Romanian folklore and mythology), do not quite fit in with the rest of the prose, the vast majority of which is well-referenced historically to 20th and early 21st century Romanian society.
My favorite piece in this collection was 'Antrax' - a ridiculous scam that somehow ends up being hilarious thanks to the Kafkaesque involvement of the Romanian police (long a favorite stereotype for dysfunction and absurdity in all the countries behind the former Iron Curtain). I liked it so much that I am thinking about translating into English and sending it to the author for his impressions.