No explanations, no causes, only a sour taste in one's mouth, as a sign of impending death. Civilization seems to have been erased, people decimated by an unknown plague, with only an isolated community which survived an apocalypse.įor a long time, I had no notion of time and space, nor of the purpose of me being there. I couldn't have arranged for a better setting for this bleak, absurd novel, which dragged me through a world in a deepening state of decay. Rain has followed me around, accompanying my reading of Satantango. I am back in the colony, caught up in a maddening Satan's tango.īack to Bucharest, I finish the novel. Shadowy hands pull me once more inside the sickening gloom and despair. Slowly, word upon word, I can hear once again the rumbling of thunder, the incessant tapping of rain. I hold the book open with my toes, fingers plucked deep in my ears. I glimpse at the half-eaten cake, the orderly room, my warm feet. I am expelled from the depths of evil I leave behind the colony, the putrid rooms, the decay. Soon, the muffled noise of the Tv intermingles with my mother's snores. Later on, my mother comes in my room and falls asleep on my bed. A communist block of flats, tiny cubicles with thin walls, through which the noise of a Tv set penetrates from my neighbor upstairs. I am reading Satantango at my parents' house.
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