Works Interviews

»Mary, who comes from a rightwing family she has managed to turn her back on, soon realizes there is only one way to survive under these dire circumstances: she must keep mum. Being pregnant, she cannot fight back physically: violence will only be met with worse violence, which may endanger “the tiny sun” she is carrying in her womb. Yet silence poses a problem. The longer she is in custody, the more obvious it will become that she is pregnant.«
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By Pia Forsgren and Gabriella Boode · In Swedish with English subtitles · Jewish Theater, Stockholm · August 27, 2014

Portrait in Greek television · ERT · In German, English, Greek · March 8, 2013

»If you were to recommend your novel to the Romanian readers, how would you describe it?«»Set in Berlin in the sweltering summer of 1928, it’s a novel about deceit, desire, and the cunning fidelity termed friendship. Take two parts emotion, one part peril, add a dash of mischief and a twist of fate — and there’s your cocktail. To be shaken, not stirred. For readers +18 years of age.«
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»By the mid-90s, I realized I was no longer interested in, or even intrigued by, the mechanics of interpretation. Knowing everything there is to know about the way a car functions may be admirable. Personally, I was more interested in driving.«
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»I wished to celebrate not the straightforwardness of pornography, but the sensuality of complexity. What’s the point of trying to compete with the TV channels after midnight? Literature is better served by relying on its innate qualities. One way to do so is to explore the confluence of voice and memory, ardor and ambiguity. Then, if one is lucky, as a reader, one may feel that thrilling tingle along one’s spine . . . That’s the biology of literature.«
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»Do you have a yearning?«»A yearning? For what?«»For your country?«»My country? You must be joking.«
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»Berlin used to be the metaphysical capital of jetlag. At least its Western half. Here, life was slower somehow, more insulated and self-conscious, yet diverse enough to allow minorities to thrive. It was a sociotope, affiliated, in spirit, with misfits from all strands of life. Also, it was cheap. Perfect for writers.«
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