As already promised, this is my review of the book “My brilliant friend”. The original one in Italian is “L’amica geniale” written by Elena Ferrante. While in Albanian you find it with the title“Mikesha gjeniale”.
Who has had the chance to see my post on Instagram/Facebook yesterday, is already aware of my fascination.
I am not really sure of my accuracy on this review since I read it in Albanian. The translation is of a very good quality, though. It flows naturally, it looks so organic, so flawless making the reading such a good and enjoyable experience. Plus it’s more convenient as it costs less. The publishing house is Pegi, which also happens to be one of the most professional, rigorous publishing houses in Albania. (My personal opinion)
This review is from a plain reader’s point of view (that would be me, yeeeeaaah)and I repeat again, it was an amazing read. I know that it has been reviewed from experts, literature critics and important celebrities/media, also making it a bestseller, but this is not the point really. As there are lots of best sellers that suck (at least to me), but this one is really good and it had me hooked up from the start.
First, I need to tell you something. I had quite lost the sense of reading a novel, since the past year I have been more focused on psychology/social or even economics books which involved matter of fact realities, experiments, studies, statistics… you get the drill. Continue reading My Brilliant Friend→
Have you heard of these books: “Why Men Love Bitches?” or “Why Men Marry Bitches?”? Have you read any of them?
Ok, I’ve read the first and I found it really interesting. It’s a fun and useful guide, comparing the Nice Girl with the Bitch one. The HUGE message, I squeezed out of it? Be a “Bitch”!
First, what does it even mean? In the book context, means: (ta ta ta) being a strong, independent, intelligent, self-confident woman. It means to stick to your own values and principles, not to trade-off your dignity for mere volatile and superficial attention (affection). It means knowing your self-worth and that you have all the rights in the world to be respected, treasured, loved and cherished. And the very first one who needs to realize this, is, YOU!
Meqë ia dolëm mbanë edhe këtë vit, i mbijetuam Halloween-it, festës, maskimeve nga më të ndryshme dhe nga më origjinalet. Ah, po me një palë brirë, një kapele polici apo infermiereje dhe u realizua veshja.
Përtej kësaj, çfarë është shqetësuese apo “horror” është : (ku janë trumbetat) “shqipja”.
Dihet që të kesh thjesht kombësinë shqiptare, i/e lindur/rritur shqiptar/shqiptare nuk të bën domosdoshmërisht njohës të gjuhës amtare. Do thoja që, turp nëse nuk di të flasësh apo të shkruash gjuhën mëmë, por fundja ky është realiteti. Dihet gjithashtu që nuk është e thënë të kesh qenë apo të jesh student filologjiku, poooooooooor të jesh me profesion gazetar apo të bësh punën e redaktorit dhe të paguhesh mirë për diçka që kaq dukshëm po e bën kaq keq, nuk e di ç’emër t’i vë? Nëse kini eeehhhmmm më falni doja të thoja “keni” eh këto këngët me këto “lyrics” apo tekste, apo vargje apo, mund të gjejmë diçka tjetër….
Për ta bërë më të qartë, në një portal online, të një lloj prestigji të konsiderueshëm, po lexoja një artikull dhe ç’të lexoja:
It’s wonderful that nowadays you have the cyber space to log in and share your views and opinions with the rest of the world. At the time, there was nothing of the sort. Yeah, I wish there was, maybe I wouldn’t have stopped writing in the first place, or maybe I would have, who knows…
But I really feel lucky that, at least I had a screen and a keyboard. In case technology had never been involved in my writing process, there would have never been a writing process in the first place.
I was very eager to hear your hhhmmm how should we call it, interview, explanation dear Mayor. Or is it, coming clean? Which it makes me laugh from deep bitterness, as it wasn’t coming clean at the least.
This national TV show was another advertisement to your demagogic and filthy propaganda.
“What are you talking about? Don’t blame it on me? It’s Andersen’s fault! Not mine!”
“Yeah, he has got a thing for tragic, sad, doomed from the beginning, love stories. If it was for me, I was quite ok down in the ocean. I mean I was a Princess for Poseidon’s sake. Young and beautiful, a mesmerizing voice… And would give that all up for a…”
“A pair of nice legs… do you understand? Besides my shiny tail is amazing. What’s wrong with it? If the Prince wanted me, he should have accepted me for what I was. Period!”
Sometimes you can’t avoid but fight back and speak up.
We usually admire the strong people who are able to do such, specially for the right thing. Let’s also keep in mind that this admiration usually is a stand alone one and quite often from a safe distance.
These strong people choose to “do the right thing” at their own expenses, for they appear to be “The Uncomfortable Ones” from a short distance, not so easy to be around with. Subdued attitude is not part of their personality.
It’s a story, a horror one, but make no mistake this is no fictional story. It’s so true and painful that anger shakes my bones…
In one of the corners of Tirana, you find Rolling Hills luxury residences. It makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? If New York has its own Upper East or West Side, LA- Beverly Hills, of course that Tirana wouldn’t be left behind.
Ironically, there is another opposite corner of the city, where you find another hill. This is a small hill, Sharra’s Landfill. Recycling companies, operate here to gather, collect, divide and disassemble urban wastes. We are talking about 300.000 tons/year of wastes and according to statistics only 20-22% of this amount can be recycled. This is a place, where nearby inhabitants go to work, not to starve to death as they have no other means to earn money. They have surrendered to the misery and such conditions as they have no other choice. No safety policies! No safe gears to work with or equipment! No insurance! Only exploitation.
Lately this hill has been rightfully labeled as the “Rolling Hill of Death”.
What’s more important? (to bloggers in general I mean) Content? (words, pictures) Fresh, new, creative, original thoughts? Ideas? What about views? Traffic? Visitors? Comments? Likes? You are probably listing other names, right? Yeah, we could go on for hours.
We want to write awesome stuff, that’s our common goal. We read each other’s work, get amazed, inspired, captivated and all hooked up in our fellow bloggers’ posts, besides our own lives, friends and peers, families, memories, experience and background.
Sometimes I wonder: “Wow, this was so good, what a beautiful, bright mind!” “What a wonderful, brilliant mindset!” “What strength and determination!”