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[interview with Şerban Andrei Mazilu] by Ştefan Bolea translation from Romanian by Dorina Burcea [MTTLC student] & Gianina-Aniela Câşleanu click aici pentru versiunea română 1. You are in the forefront of a generation that will most probably turn its back to Romanian language. What do you win and what do you lose? […]
[interviu cu Şerban Andrei Mazilu] de Ştefan Bolea click here for the English version 1. Te situezi în avangarda unei generaţii care va întoarce, după toate probabilităţile, spatele limbii române. Ce câştigi şi ce pierzi? Sper din suflet ca nu crezi asta. Ma deranjeaza enorm faptul ca, pana si la evenimentul […]
[Şerban Andrei Mazilu, The Angellove Society: Crux, WheelMan Press, 2013] de Cristina Nemerovschi Am auzit pentru prima dată de romanul lui Șerban Andrei Mazilu, Crux, pe Facebook. Înainte să aflu că a fost scris direct în engleză și publicat în afară, am aflat așadar că are mulți fani în rândul adolescenților. Ceea ce, […]
[Şerban Andrei Mazilu, The Angellove Society: Crux, WheelMan Press, 2013] by Ştefan Bolea 1. Let me start this off by saying that Mazilu’s English is extraordinary – I never felt for a moment that this book was written by a non-native English speaker. I was impressed by the range of his vocabulary and I even […]
de Şerban Andrei Mazilu Noaptea era umeda si fierbinte, transformand orasul plutitor intr-o entitate vie ce parea ca se relaxeaza in apele sarate, admirand cerul instelat. Trecusera aproape doua ore dupa miezul noptii si luminile facliilor palisera; garzile de noapte isi faceau rondul din inertie, cu greu reusind sa nu cada prada somnului […]
by Şerban Andrei Mazilu Chain lightning struck the horizon, over the thick jungle and the untamed wilderness beyond the city walls. Terrible beasts prowled the in darkness, unaffected by the constant electric storms that ravaged Dromund Kaas. Somewhere a slave was being ripped to pieces by a pack of giant reptiles – just […]
by Şerban Andrei Mazilu Laine took a drag from her long ivory pipe, enjoying the calming effect of the illegal smoldering herb. Her absinth gaze fell in a melancholic manner over the half-naked body next to her, following the delicate outline of the woman’s marble back and half breast she revealed. She partially […]
by Şerban Andrei Mazilu Felix woke up in a pool of sweat, the dry suffocating atmosphere in his bedroom rising to unbearable levels. He groaned like a drunk and pushed himself up, noticing the stain on the dirty, uncovered mattress. His head spun and hurt like a thousand sledgehammers slamming together against the largest […]
by Şerban Andrei Mazilu “Madness is so boring, isn’t it, Lewis? Yeeees… So utterly mundane, so predictable when you start noticing the pattern. Look at you, man! You’re doing the mouse thing. The crazy old bastard, petting his little minion in a deranged and fanatic way, until there’s no life inside the poor creature… […]
by Şerban Andrei Mazilu “Behold!” he said, opening his arms as to embrace the mountain-sized beast made of blues and greens and cyans and turquoise, and a little sandy-beige gradient where its hair was suppose to be. “The LEVIATHAN!” “The Leviathan? What’s a Leviathan?” I asked all-puzzled, for I had never seen such a […]