These are my favorite quotes from Blinding The Left Wing by Mircea Cartarescu “We were, my family, three insects, each only interested in our own chemical trails, occasionally touching antennae and moving on. ” ( Cartarescu, p. 13) The book was first published in 1996. The quote is so true and still relevant even today,…
C is for Cartarescu. This post is for #AtoZChallenge2026 in April. Summary of dreams in Blinding The Left Wing This post is a summary of all the dreams interpretations written in the book, Blinding The Left Wing, authored by Mircea Cartarescu. Although the author is likely to have invented the dreams for writing the story,…
Authors Portraits broadly include the category of poets. Done in the style of sketch, doodle, painting, collage, mixed media. After a long stretch of reading and writing, I take a break and make simple art. It is self gratifying. A – Z Authors’ Portraits is my series on the writers who I’ve read and reviewed…
Mother Fevronia dreams of Fra Armando lying on top of Monsieur Monsu, with his body and limbs in corresponding position to the dead man’s. (Cartarescu, p. 202 – 203) Fra Armando was giving mouth to mouth resuscitation to Monsieur Monsu. Fra Armando later told the nuns, “He will live, ” he said to himself, in…
How can one man, Fra Armando, practice Catholicism, voodoo, Islam, and Judaism? “There were few people of the Lord in that region, so Fra Armando was forced to work as a voodoo magician as well, two days a week. On another day he served as an imam for a small but active Muslim community, and…
Do you know who Maria Cartarescu is? She is the mother of the author Mircea Cartarescu. In the book Blinding The Left Wing, Inside Maria Cartarescu’s shoulder handbag: This is the cover I bought: Amazon sells this book cover: If you buy from this weblink, I may earn a small commission. Related post:
Early in the Chapter which started on page 100, Mircea wrote that “… my father would stick his ear to my mother’s stomach and speak, and my skin, thin as a soap bubble, heard his garbled words, the way you hear noises in the house when you sink into a full bathtub.” By this introduction,…
Mircea Cartarescu’s mother dreamed almost night of her parents, and their old family house in Tantava. (Cartarescu, p. 34) A person usually dreams of their heart’s desires. She probably thought she had the best time of her life when she was growing up, under her parents’ care. She relived those memories in her dreams. This…
The street where the author Mircea lived, in Stefan cel Mare, of Bucharest, did not have apartment blocks, until a developer built them. Mircea used to dream of climbing mountains, way up to the peaks. After tall buildings were constructed, reality blocked his view of the distant scenery and landscape. He stopped dreaming of scaling…