Unul dintre defectele mele cele mai deranjante este faptul ca imi cultiv aversunile. Una dintre acestea din urma priveste reteaua de librarii Diverta, nascuta fiind din multiplele mici incidente inregistrate cu ocazia vizitelor in vreuna din librarii in care mi s-a intarit convingerea ca am de-a face cu o hala de papetarie cu un raion de carte auxiliar destinat necititorilor. Cireasa de pe tort a fost hidosenia diverteasca instalata in centrul orasului, peste drum de Carturesti, in spatiul prost gandit/luminat/organizat din locatia fostului magazin Eva. Mi-am jurat atunci sa nu mai pun piciorul in vreo hala diverteasca oriunde ar fi ea si asa am facut pana mai ieri.
E vara, librariile mai goale decat de obicei afiseaza reduceri, asa ca am intrat. Si am cumparat. Carti, nu papetarie, cum planuisem.
Surpriza surprizelor este un romanel de aventuri cu tenta supranaturala cu coperta vintage pe numele lui “The Beetle”, scris de Richard Marsh in 1897. Carticica are un un tagline care m-a facut sa ma gandesc mai degraba la un film de categoria Z (“Vengeance takes many forms”) si face probabil parte dintr-o serie de tipul “si ei s-au vandut bine la vremea lor, dar n-a fost sa fie”.
M-a uimit inceputul, o intrare in tema care aduce mai degraba cu Raymond Chandler sau cu oricare din romanele cu detectivi din anii 30-40 ai secolului XX:
'No room!--Full up!'
He banged the door in my face.
That was the final blow.
To have tramped about all day looking for work; to have begged even for a job which would give me money enough to buy a little food; and to have tramped and to have begged in vain,--that was bad. But, sick at heart, depressed in mind and in body, exhausted by hunger and fatigue, to have been compelled to pocket any little pride I might have left, and solicit, as the penniless, homeless tramp which indeed I was, a night's lodging in the casual ward,-- and to solicit it in vain!--that was worse. Much worse. About as bad as bad could be.
I stared, stupidly, at the door which had just been banged in my face.
Si pentru ca veni vorba de 1897, iata cum incepe “Dracula” lui Bram Stoker, publicat in acelasi an: cu o voce la persoana intai mult mai in ton cu pasul modei de atunci, filtrata prin motivul jurnalului de calatorie gasit a posteriori:
Jonathan Harker's Journal
(Kept in shorthand)
3 May. Bistritz.--Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through the streets. I feared to go very far from the station, as we had arrived late and would start as near the correct time as possible. The impression I had was that we were leaving the West and entering the East; the most western of splendid bridges over the Danube, which is here of noble width and depth, took us among the traditions of Turkish rule.
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Ambele povesti cultiva misterul, senzationalul si frisonul necunoscutului oriental folosind cu succes naratiunea alternata din perspective multiple. Lucru curios, lumea adora sa (re)descopere cu entuziasm aceeasi tehnica in fantasy-ul de aventuri cultivat de George R. R. Martin.
