AGRON GJEKMARKAJ/Panorama paper
In Preç Zogaj’s exposition, the memory gives full tone to the story, which follows the waterways, the spots of memory, the impressions, the mix-ups, the mistaken assumptions, and its snares.
This taste is left by the excursion in the existence of David Gjika in the novel “Anjeza didn’t awaken”, distributed a couple of months back by “UET Press”, where Preç Zogaj has some good times to the detriment of reality.
A subject of adoration as extraordinary and similarly appalling, which sums up in every one of its demonstrations the anthropological indications of a man (David Gjika) of a city (Lezha) of a nation (Albania) and of a period (that of socialism, the years’ 80), philosophically, socially solidified notwithstanding an undetectable yet pervasive adversary that shapes the verifiable presence of humanism. Authentic time turns into the social season of composing after the obstruction of memory.
This tale by Preç Zogaj is a customized examination of human instinct for that of David and Anjeza, in the connection among dreams and openings without opportunity. In this fanciful match, in this variation of dreams, a subject with solid personal impacts starts. Just something single makes these different sides of this vector viable – love, which “talks pretty much nothing and in a soft tone, something that is composed and perused in a language that is perceived without knowing it on the brow of the person who feels it, love there is no craving in the hands and eyes. Has the visually impaired eagerness to forfeit for the other or the other. David Gjika is one of us in the long stretches of fascism however much the essayist himself is a person enthusiastic about books and information, as the solitary window on the illegal world, yet he like numerous others conveys a blemish, a sign, a mess on history,
In this undertaking, David has just one partner, writing, which projects him into aggregate memory as a valid individual instead of a novel character.
Anjeza, this delicate miscreant and a steady Christian in the dreams past, is the same amount of a delightful young lady, an Eve who “nibbles” the apple, taking suggestive or sex to inventive edges in contemporary Albanian writing. Anjeza accepts passing as discipline or dismissal of the difficulty of being cheerful in the great beyond. In the energy that joins David with Anjeza, there is not much. Wherever through it seem the vibrations of an energy, molded by the feel of excellence. Not adventitiously, David is attractive or the celestial Angel. Neither their relevant misery nor their last partition from death by poison is unplanned. The peruser should discover for himself why this occurs, that limit among common and unrepeatable things, of the individuals who become tedious and consistently with the individuals who don’t acknowledge this status, yet become trespassers of recollections, aging stories like that of Preç Zogaj with the great writing itself that we don’t experience regularly. Indeed, love is protection from fascisms and tyrannies, yet I can expect theirs when it’s anything but a predominant aspect of society. It is cruelly decided by one who doesn’t have it. Zogaj attempts this end also.
He (the peruser) needs interest to climb the designs of the story, to comprehend what joins them and which partitions David and Anjeza, what they need and what they get, from when and when they are hit, the amount one overwhelms the conditions and what number of they terrify and abuse him, the amount he furrows the great and the awful inside himself, the delightful and the revolting, the great and the abhorrent, whose win offers significance to life or annihilations it? !!
A nostalgic peruser, on the off chance that I will demand searching for the artwork or photo of Lezha with journalists, educators, painters, specialists, apparatchiks, conspicuous people through the round of consolidating names with family names, can likewise assemble the zone of that season, however understands what he would acquire if perusing doesn’t serve to comprehend the time and acknowledge that every one of us is bound to turn out to be essential for an account that passes on feelings instead of the information of the time as an intelligent encounter.
The city loses its nearby measurement, as does the capital in the sections of expectation and forbiddance where it tempts David and Anjeza, driving them into the mixture of general subjects, where one kicks the bucket, leaving the other the prisoner of story, of transmission of what is viewed as incredible love, extraordinary affliction, extraordinary nonattendance, which is remunerated simply by a particularly account to assist the peruser with bettering get himself and time, what consistently stays as a norm, from where history consistently continues with us quite a long time ago… !
Ok, for style, verse is universal in the composition of the essayist Preç Zogaj, inclining generally from the inward universe of every one of those with whom he has understood the tale of David and Anjeza, where the melodious measurement appears to be a legitimized resistance of political poignancy, the exceptionally long kiss itself against dry creed. Maybe Preç Zogaj would have gotten a kick out of the chance to compose a sweetheart’s endurance manual. He has not accomplished, yet the other indeed, that natural saying that adoration endures demise, outperforms it in any event, when struck by it obviously. In any case, he doesn’t deny the counsel to demand and demand as positive ethical quality, the way that we ought not be dazzled by the disdainful of the socio-mental philosophical impediment of emotions, the object of which is love itself, yet we should demand, dare, to cherish that just in this way monitors legitimize himself on earth. Anjeza didn’t awaken, yet the great novel yes.
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