by Stratis Tsirkas (Author)
Kay Cicellis (Translator)
6 & 19-10-2011
A suggestion of Dina Papadopoulou
Extracts of book reviews
It's amazing how he managed to link three unrelated things in this book; carnal love, platonic love and ideological love, with a mastery that makes it smooth while, yet, maintains the distinct dimension of each one.
In the “CLUB”, S.Tsirkas transforms his personal experiences into refined literature; he speaks of his own truth in artistic terms.
I think that Tsirkas positions his heroes within this war scenery quite skillfully, and like all great writers, he manages to be timeless in regards to the human characters, as well as the historical events.
When you’re chasing after your beliefs and ideologies, you feel like your head gets detached from your body. So you start looking for another...body! But what happens when several headless bodies find you instead? Can you be compatible with more than one at the same time? No. You just merely exist and lead them all. You lead the way; you are the headlight, the wheel, and the voice for all these bodies. I don't know if this role is given to you at birth or if you take it after you start digging.
The end left me speechless!! But as Terry Eagleton says, something must be missing in order for a story to be unfold... So I am eager to unravel the knot of ARIAGNI. Really looking forward to it.
He also ponders and comments “Staying alone, I rediscovered the man [...] The shades escape [...] And the detached heads, the gkiossa […]”, but elsewhere, with a brief, idiomatic and somewhat loose-lipped way he says a lot about everyone and he concludes by spurring a strong interest for the rest of the story.
In my opinion, the climax of the book is degraded by the reveal of the club’s existence. Everything that takes place, apart from Beny’s first visit where his audacity seems baffling, could have happened without the explanation. In a way, it reduces the autonomy of the heroes.
The Club played with me as well and I don't know if this should be considered a success or a failure. Throughout the conclusion, Emmi's letter was the final blow. How frustratingly polished, uninterrupted and dead everything seems now...
P.s. Dear Mano, I hope you didn't get the letter.