![]() ![]() This isn’t pure fiction - David Shields would throw Reality Hunger, his 2010 manifesto for “reality-based art,” at my head for claiming such a thing exists - but fiction enamored with itself, that recycles its techniques in pursuit of self-emancipation. ![]() The result is unlike any genre in ambition or effect, something else altogether, a self-sufficient style that proudly rejects its less emancipated alternatives. Written as the diary of a failed poet turned disillusioned teacher in the eighties in Bucharest, Solenoid synthesizes and subtly mocks elements of autofiction and history fiction (more on this later) by way of science fiction. Solenoid, Mircea Cărtărescu novel from 2015, newly translated into English by Sean Cotter, is something of a masterpiece. People like me are mostly full of shit, so take the following with a grain of salt. ![]() Translated from the Romanian by Sean Cotter ![]()
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