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Fizika tuge

Georgi Gospodinov

Prevela s bugarskog Ivana Stoičkov

Godina izdanja: 2013

Format (cm): 20cm

Broj Strana: 344

ISBN: 978-86-6145-143-0

Cena: Rasprodato

Već na prvi pogled jasno je da je pred nama moderan roman. A koliko je još i moderniji na drugi pogled?
Gospodinov bez zazora preispituje granice žanra. To čini tako da nam se čini kao da je ovo jedan od poslednjih pokušaja da se dokaže da roman kao književni rod ima još oblika za izmišljanje, obogaćivanje i pokazivanje. Autor istovremeno lakonski i temeljno preispituje roman kao oblik književnog istraživanja, dovodeći ga u ozbiljnu sumnju, te ga potom, tako negiranog, uspostavlja u jednom novom melanžu. Fizika tuge nije više i samo eksperiment; ona je nova romaneskna vrednost. Istorija književnosti verovatno će ga jednoga dana označiti kao: a) prekretnički roman, b) izdajnički roman, ili v) jedan od poslednjih romana koji bi da obuhvate - sve.
Ovaj pre svega poetičan roman, vrlo tanane duše, priča je o fizici ali i metafizici tuge. Čine ga: montaža, kinematografska struktura, pauze, grafika, simboli, tišina, prividna fragmentarnost, samoća, minotaurska napuštenost, lavirinti, antički mitovi, praznina. To je istorija sveta ispričana pogledom nevažnih događaja, netipičnih stvorenja (od puževa do dinosaura i ljudi). U zbiru svega glavni junak je Ja smo. To ja smo ključ je romana: ono je oscilirajuće klatno između prvog i trećeg lica, jednine i množine. Autorska snaga, koja je u svim pričama i telima ove knjige, mnogo je šira od tzv. Sveznajućeg autora.
Roman - vremenska kapsula. Roman u koji se zaljubljuje.
Ako je originalni i uspešni Prirodni roman G. Gospodinova, preveden na 20 jezika, od kojih je srpski bio prvi u svetu (Geopoetika, 2001), bio postmoderan u najplemenitijem smislu reči, Fizika tuge je roman apokaliptičan u najrevolucionarnijem značenju reči.  .sInANPqp { vertical-align:top; cursor: pointe...

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The world of the Interface was built on rigid, invisible lines. Every inhabitant had a specific coordinate, a fixed width, and a strict instruction on how to behave.

In the world of the Interface, the User was a god—a massive, unseen force that moved a giant white arrow across the sky. Most elements lived in fear of the arrow, but Sinan was different. When the white arrow hovered over him, Sinan felt a surge of electricity. His shape didn’t change, but his soul did. He became an invitation.

"I am a gateway," he would whisper to the neighboring text strings.

For a heartbeat, Sinan and the User were connected. The Pointer was the handshake. Then came the .

Among them was , a small block of data assigned to the class .sInANPqp . His existence was defined by two rules: vertical-align: top and cursor: pointer .

One afternoon, the User’s arrow began to drift toward his coordinates. Sinan braced himself, aligning perfectly to the top of his div. As the arrow touched his borders, the command triggered. The arrow transformed into a gloved hand, its index finger extended.

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The world of the Interface was built on rigid, invisible lines. Every inhabitant had a specific coordinate, a fixed width, and a strict instruction on how to behave.

In the world of the Interface, the User was a god—a massive, unseen force that moved a giant white arrow across the sky. Most elements lived in fear of the arrow, but Sinan was different. When the white arrow hovered over him, Sinan felt a surge of electricity. His shape didn’t change, but his soul did. He became an invitation.

"I am a gateway," he would whisper to the neighboring text strings.

For a heartbeat, Sinan and the User were connected. The Pointer was the handshake. Then came the .

Among them was , a small block of data assigned to the class .sInANPqp . His existence was defined by two rules: vertical-align: top and cursor: pointer .

One afternoon, the User’s arrow began to drift toward his coordinates. Sinan braced himself, aligning perfectly to the top of his div. As the arrow touched his borders, the command triggered. The arrow transformed into a gloved hand, its index finger extended.