| Author: | Rasa Aškinytė | ISBN: | 9785415022991 |
| Publisher: | VAGA | Publication: | March 11, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Rasa Aškinytė |
| ISBN: | 9785415022991 |
| Publisher: | VAGA |
| Publication: | March 11, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
"Rasa Aškinytė, MA – author of several philosophy and ethics textbooks.
She wrote her second novel, “The Easiest”, during several past years, between her trips to Kosovo, Strasbourg, Cyprus and other places, where she was lecturing at seminars on human rights, discrimination and prevention
of crimes against humanity.
The author’s style is flavoured with elegant (self-)irony and cynicism, blackish humour and sad joy poetry. According to the poet Donatas Petrošius,
‘it was nice to meet an author, who stepped to literature not from a stage,
not from journalism, not from a kitchen, but from philosophy.
And that means from consciousness and freedom’.
Blanka lives on the first floor of a wooden house that can only be reached by climbing a painted ladder. She thinks this must be the reason why she never has any visitors – who would be silly enough to “climb a ladder”?
She spends most of her days in France. No, not the real France…
If someone said he was falling in love with her, in Blanka’s eyes this was
only due to the “lack of anything to say at all”. Normally she has the misfortune of stumbling on common household utensils or weird people.
So weird that they look real… Blanka is filled with lives of different people – lovers, best friends, neighbours… As if she was searching for herself in their thoughts. As if she would recognize herself only in their eyes."
"Rasa Aškinytė, MA – author of several philosophy and ethics textbooks.
She wrote her second novel, “The Easiest”, during several past years, between her trips to Kosovo, Strasbourg, Cyprus and other places, where she was lecturing at seminars on human rights, discrimination and prevention
of crimes against humanity.
The author’s style is flavoured with elegant (self-)irony and cynicism, blackish humour and sad joy poetry. According to the poet Donatas Petrošius,
‘it was nice to meet an author, who stepped to literature not from a stage,
not from journalism, not from a kitchen, but from philosophy.
And that means from consciousness and freedom’.
Blanka lives on the first floor of a wooden house that can only be reached by climbing a painted ladder. She thinks this must be the reason why she never has any visitors – who would be silly enough to “climb a ladder”?
She spends most of her days in France. No, not the real France…
If someone said he was falling in love with her, in Blanka’s eyes this was
only due to the “lack of anything to say at all”. Normally she has the misfortune of stumbling on common household utensils or weird people.
So weird that they look real… Blanka is filled with lives of different people – lovers, best friends, neighbours… As if she was searching for herself in their thoughts. As if she would recognize herself only in their eyes."
