Buda's freedom Islands

Tipari më cilësor i kësaj vepre është fakti se autorja ka ditur t’i vrojtojë të gjitha ngjarjet dhe personazhet nga një këndvështrim krejt origjinal, ku ajo që bie më shumë në sy është thjeshtësia e botës së tyre. Kjo mënyrë skalitjeje artistike, jo vetëm që nuk ka bërë shkarjen drejt një thjeshtëzimi pa interes të personazheve dhe ngjarjeve, por është tipari më i spikatur dhe i arrirë i veprës së Klara Budës.

Sokrat Habilaj
Sokrat Habilaj, 2014

There are plenty of ways to tell the truth of a time that went, that although spend years, remain as a hostage, though not as a nightmare in our consciousness. There are lots of ways to be proud of, to be proud of, to show feats of intelligence often imagined, to make heroin, or dissident and after these feel good conscience, why not proud, for those who disclose to others, which can often hit the "truths" to allocate a step, or be the utmost lies. Yet mania to talk about the past continues hectic, not only individually, but collectively, and institutionally. After that it can be said that ultimately it is the fact that in many cases the resulting campaign failed, or even worse, ridiculous. Not draw any lesson, we continue to talk about that time, where or have not yet said its core, or worse we manipulate it. Therefore often happens with those who say not enough glue. It would be superfluous to speak for thousands and thousands of pages written on the above topic, for thousands statements as ultimate truth, but bypassing can mention only official failure to show once and for all the real face of a dark world in which we walked, not less. A is not such, Well worse than abortive, twenty attempt to open files? 're Not scrambling around some paths without charge, with the thought that we are moving towards the truth? Is not this really happens that is presented to us in a variety of options that do not resemble each other, because there is no reliable variant? But perhaps our good fortune, have not exhausted ways to deal with the past and to see it in all its negative dimension, straight in the eye. There are also some other more elegant, many fine, Although not much more reliable, which can not disclose what no other beauty and truth, as the soul of an artist. Such a picture, filled with sadness, fog and pain together, with poignant irony to ridicule, find unequivocally to Clara's first novel Buddha, titled "Chloroform". It is an entirely novel gray, where death falter from first page to last, finding distinct space. Masks and distortion dominate, because no one is that it must be true, not simply as a name, but his own being is an image of endless lying. Even within a single human body, combining several images are quite different, collected through various bodies, where "a part of the features…testify to a new age, while some others seemed to belong to an older age…”. And that was because "…hierarchical system in that age was an insignificant cog…”. It was not long time. The characters move like shadows, where it seems that everyone's fate is predetermined, for all live within a ghetto with fixed rules. Even Marigleni-Qanua-dog, The exact face that time, is not nothing but a farcical character of a time is so absurd, human world of which does not go further than the infinity of extracts from the bodies. It is tragic and comic at the core of self. He is twice Killer, because it "kills" even where she lives is over, but also where it tends to arise. It's all like a mask that would hide. "How can grab from the expression of an individual, The only purpose of which was to conceal the eyes?”, asks author. He is the shadow of a shadow of time, The only purpose of which was to cover not only the eyes, but all his actions macabre. Qualitative feature of this work is that the author has managed to observe all the events and characters from a completely original perspective, where it falls more in the eye of the world is their simplicity. This way artistic skalitjeje, not only did not slide towards a simplification of no interest to the characters and events, but is the most prominent feature of the work of Clara mellow Buddha. She does not rush to outline those, say, prominent, a tapestry to be arranged deeds. It does not try to ask them barely, require different from others, to devise cunning, as it often happens. No worries if its characters s'ngjasojnë those arising through the screens and pages of newspapers and in the rush to tell about their lives under the regime, captured the essence of things, not after, but try as how to identify their courage lacking. Clara Buddha at the beginning gives us the understanding that of its heroes, "Its islands of freedom", as he calls it in a television interview, should not expect shocking deeds, Hardy and courage against the regime in power. They are all ordinary people, and this regime is seen through the eyes of ordinary people are so, an enterprise it more difficult for the regime to paint. Neatly, she knew it to find their common, moments really attractive. These characters, The fight, hate and oppose the regime in their own way, all in a curiously shaped and equally human form. They do not talk about politics. Politics is beyond the dreams of their youth. You like to talk about some other topics, as for SAFO, Lezbo or her island and taboo associated with this island and this great poet of antiquity. They are so enamored thjeshtësisht and can never guess that after a quite common love, may open a boundless darkness that will eventually dig their lives. Clara Buddha knew that these charming characters, twice to draw innocent. Firstly because they are in their right to request that dreams were not killed. This is the most basic thing for a human life. Yes if it were only stopped here, would be little to identify the author's mastery. Not without purpose it has identified those dreams, not just some ordinary, But dreams do not want to harm anyone. They do not want to derail anything, invisible edifice already have within the soul. By acting in this way it hints at many questions shocking to the reader. Where is the fault of these innocent youth brand, as their own age? What sin have they, desire to live apart, for lovers, for not killing life not started yet? Why feel guilty, when their only ambition is to live a life more than usual? The author does not rush to identify them as anti-dictatorship, because it's their desire, this passion, is internal and not so declarative. Is so invisible and so delicate that it can only identify an artist's pen. I am convinced that putting the shaft as her work these types of characters, she had fallen into account the risk to ordinary events and all without interest, thing that has overcome, why not neatly. Novel "Chloroform" is the author's first trials in beautiful prose the way, but it must be said that it has almost successfully overcome this difficult enterprise. All events have a pleasant harmony, and not leave the mixture to lose interest in reading the novel, from beginning to end. There is a style that seems to come out of a criminal scheme the traditional, Refractive that create pleasant surprise. How launches first pages seem to have to travel through a monotonous landscape, where death reigns, if suddenly you are in another landscape with a light even fade, but that still feels the presence of light, between some islands disconnected from the time they live. There can not be evidenced by the fact that the entire width of the criminal, feels her experiences as a journalist, not the few, But why not also as a doctor. Both professions have helped give reliable scenes and varied. Being a professional journalist, could cite the fact that deep passion journalist, in any case not have escaped from some quotes that resemble more like journalism. Expressions such as, “…hence the greats denjonin not cast eyes…”, “…Pseudo arti itself lule pranve re-…Every day more beautiful blooms…”, “…for them as well and the other one was the work of the party ", “…when the game was introduced in the grandiose Radio Tirana, that of perverting the planet with its waves through even more lost in the recesses…”, but also any other expression, that with all their irony readable, do not add value. But after some friendly remarks, must be said that Buddha Clara novel titled "Chloroform", is a nice accomplishment author. It proves that knows well the art of writing and promises that this will perfect the art even more in the future. Turning to those quoted at the beginning of this article, Further note that the failure of political tribunes to say the fundamental truths of the dictatorial regime, we can feel optimistic that this thing is happening and will happen in other forms too dignified, as it is through the art of writing. A beautiful testimony to this is the new novel Clara Buddha, "Chloroform".

Tiranaobserver, E Enjte, 11 February 2010 11:00

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