Prima surpriza din 2012.

Blogul are ceva vechime si Andruska si mai nou eu incercam mereu sa va mentimen viu interesul. Asadar, pe langa ofertele editurilor, anunturi despre cele mai noi carti recenzii si concursuri, m-am gandit ca o rubrica lunara in care sa discutam despre "de toate" v-a placea.

In functie de reactia voastra, aceasta rubrica va ramane sau nu.

"Clocesc" ideea de ceva vreme si m-am tot intrebat despre ce am putea vorbi. Acum cateva zile, am gasit exact ceea ce cautam. Pentru cei nefamiliarizati cu site-ul Goodreads, exista optiunea de a selecta citatele tale preferate. Cautand in lista citatelor lui George RR Martin, printre zecile de fragmente din cartile pe care le cunosc si iubesc, am gasit si o parere personala. Asadar, va invit pe toti sa citit fragmentul (pe care intentionat l-am lasat in engleza pentru ca mi se pare ca-i stirbesc din frumusese daca il traduc) si sa-mi spuneti cum vi se pare:

"The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to middle Earth."

— George R.R. Martin

Asadar... Va place? Care e partea voastra preferata? Si are dreptate? E literatura fantasy mai plina de viata decat realitatea?

Personal, mi s-a parut ca da, tocmai de aceea mi-a placut atat de mult citatul. Astept, insa, cu nerabdare sa vad voi ce credeti!