'That which puzzled and fascinated me whenever I met Lasgush was this sensation of the impossible. It was impossible to get on with him as you did with others. The moment you were at him, or rather, the moment you knocked at his door, suddenly all became another thing. There was another logic, another code, other words, wrapped up in another meaning. .when you went to Lasgush's, it was more than going abroad. You believed you dropped somewhere beyond our time, beyond the everyday way of looking at things. One more step and it looked as if you would cross the borders of life and would find yourself in Dante's nothingness. .He was unpredictable, corrosive like acid, creepy, startling. His laugh was like as if beyond our life, mirthless, and his sadness had no grief. As for his anger, it was such as well, luxurious, cold, whereas his contempt was radiating from afar, as if adorned with silver.' (Kadare, In My Studio. pp 207, 208, 209. My translation) -All this Saussurean lava of meaning has its own matchless 'crater' from where it erupts and reaches us time and again, endlessly. Lasgush's Word has its own individual suspension, chiselled by the hand of a true master. It is breathlessly succinct and, in all probability, on a par with the best ever created. Lasgush says that his Word is: 'Mystery that burns in a thread of lightning.' (My Fiery Tongue)
"synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.
(No Available Copies)
If you know the book but cannot find it on AbeBooks, we can automatically search for it on your behalf as new inventory is added. If it is added to AbeBooks by one of our member booksellers, we will notify you!Create a Want