Cărtărescu constantly reinvents them, in the process reinventing himself in books that seek to unpack the infinite layers of what we call reality. You could say that his work is a kind of love letter to Bucharest, to its mythologies and legends, to the history of the city and those who inhabit it. His own writing- unclassifiable, visionary, devastating- has been recognized by some of the most prestigious prizes in Europe and has a growing number of devotees around the world. This is down, in part, to his looks- the piercing gaze and wry smile, the long hair and almost adolescent slimness-, but also to his enduring sense of wonder at what he calls “the vast poem in which we live,” and, above all, to his boundless passion for literature. At sixty plus, Mircea Cărtărescu (Bucharest, 1956) still retains an intriguingly youthful air.
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