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"A compelling thriller."--Los Angeles Times "Zift is like a flaming shot of rotgut smuggled in from the old country...Vladislav Todorov adroitly uses the American genre of noir to excoriate the political villains of his homeland's past...Zift is gritty and brisk."--Matt Jakubowski,City Paper "Todorov's raw, hard-boiled parody takes dead aim at noir and leaves it gasping for breath."--Michael Pinker,Review of Contemporary Fiction December 21, 1963: Having served 20 years for a murder he didn't commit, "Moth" exits Central Sofia Prison anticipating his first night of freedom. Instead he steps into a new and alien world--the nightmarish totalitarianism of Communist Bulgaria. In his first hours of freedom he traverses the map of a diabolical city, full of decaying neighborhoods, gloomy streets, and a bizarre parade of characters. A novel of grave wit,Zift unfolds in the course of a single, frenetic night, offering a fast-paced, ghoulish, even grotesque--but also enchanting--tour of shadowy, socialist Sofia. To achieve his depiction of totalitarian absurdity, Vladislav Todorov combines the methods of hardboiled American crime fiction and film noir with socialist symbols and communist ideological clichés. "Todorov was obviously raised on a steady diet of American noir, and it shows in the pacing, the language, and the shadowy depths of every alleyway, every street corner."--Jessa Crispin "...stalking its genre with the meticulousness of an assassin, while simultaneously parodying it. A novel that unfolds over a single night, in a single breath--and also reads that way...a black-and-white cinematographic vision of early-1960s Sofia by Night."--Georgi Gospodinov, author of Natural Novel "The novel interweaves the key tropes of Soviet socialist realism and American hard-boiled detective fiction to produce a richly intertextual portrayal of a nightmarish--yet comical--Bulgarian communist society in late 1963."--Three Percent "Pulp fiction by a historian of ideas."--Literary Weekly "Tongue flambé."--Kultura "Zift is a play on the pulp noir genre, in book and film, and Todorov has fun playing it to the hilt."--The Complete Review "Zift is part noir, part crime story, part social satire, part black comedy (extremely black), part absurdist fairy tale."--BiblioBuffet Zift, Vladislav Todorov's debut novel, was a finalist for the 2007 Vick Prize as Bulgarian Novel of the Year and a nominee for the Elias Canetti National Literary Prize. Todorov also wrote the screenplay for the 2008 film version of Zift. Variety hailed the movie as "an instant midnight fest fave." Todorov teaches film and literature at the University of Pennsylvania. Joseph Benatov holds a BA and an MA from Sofia University and a PhD in comparative literature from the University of Pennsylvania, where he currently teaches. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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Moth walked into prison in 1943, when he was eighteen. He walks out on December 21, 1963 at the age of thirty-eight. While he was inside, the world changed.
Less than a year after Moth was sentenced, Bulgaria went through what is now called the 9 September Coup d’etat, which overthrew the moribund Tsarist monarchy and put into place a socialist government. The Kingdom became the Fatherland, and Moth, moldering in his cell waiting on letters from his beloved Ada, missed all of it. The most significant change the revolution made in his life was that one day all the Bibles were taken away from the prisoners, and copies of Bakalov’s Dictionary of Foreign Words were handed out instead—as a guide, presumably, to reeducation of the prisoners along Marixst principles.
It apparently had the proper effect on Moth, whose release was authorized after he finished what he calls “my propaganda installation”—a kind of art piece put together “. . . with my bare hands, based on my own free will and conceptual design. But it cost me a great deal of effort to find and provide all kinds of badges, painted cast-iron symbols, anthracite lumps, turbine countershafts, flywheels, and other ideologically charged machine parts.”
When the authorities see the finished work, they deemed Moth to be reformed and be released into a city that Moth hardly recognizes anymore. A city that is apathetic to his existence.
As must be clear by now, Zift is part noir, part crime story, part social satire, part black comedy (extremely black), part absurdist fairy tale. “A Chinese saying has it,” says Moth at the beginning of the story, “that a plan is a dream with a target date.” Moth’s plan for release is simple: he wants to visit the grave of the son Ada bore him and who he never saw, and the grave of the man whose murder he served time for. Then he wants to catch a train to the port of Varna, get on a ship heading south, and spend the rest of his life sleeping in a hammock swinging in the breeze of some tropical island.
Moth takes about two steps away from the prison and towards his goal and is brought up short when a police car pulls up and he is hustled in the back seat by two ugly and menacing officials. And thus begins Moth’s own surreal journey through a mad city over a mad, mad night. As it turns out, the officials are in league with Moth’s former partner Slug, who has done rather well for himself under the new regime. Slug is now a major in the force, a position with enough cachet to indulge his taste for abusing power. Plus, there’s the small matter of that black diamond from the original robbery. It was never found, and Slug thinks Moth knows where it is. He’s more than willing to beat the answer out of him.
From boiler-room torture chambers in the bowels of the Turkish baths, to the sickly-lit waiting rooms of understaffed hospitals, to seedy dive bars where the faded remnants of the old city still gather to drink White Slave cocktails and watch women with too much make-up sing under flickering neon lights, Moth careens through this new Socialist city of Sofia, barely recognizing the neighborhoods he grew up in, alternately running from Slug’s minions and running towards the woman he went to prison for so many years ago—Ada, because every noir story needs a femme fatale. . .read full review