| Author: | Sead Mahmutefendi? | ISBN: | 9781493142408 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris UK | Publication: | March 29, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris UK | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sead Mahmutefendi? |
| ISBN: | 9781493142408 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris UK |
| Publication: | March 29, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris UK |
| Language: | English |
A content of this novel is simple. Ida Alagar, the main character of the novel, is locked in a lift in one of the mansions in Milano, where she works as a house servant. A married couple Sforza, the owners of this three-storey Taj Mahal, went to America for one months and Idas chances of survival are equal to Kelvins zero, the absolute zero, when even atomic movement stops. Twenty three year old incarcerated Ida remembers her past. There is a string of effective episodes: childhood, fathers death, a loss of virginity. This claustrophobic novel, written in 1987, symbolically forecast bloody reality of Bosnia and Herzegovina. The Bosnian-Herzegovina lift is still stuck between a lower and upper floor. And contemporary reality of Bosnia and Herzegovina is more fantastic than the most fantastic phantasy, as Mahmutefendic said, borrowing the expression from Dostoyevsky.
A content of this novel is simple. Ida Alagar, the main character of the novel, is locked in a lift in one of the mansions in Milano, where she works as a house servant. A married couple Sforza, the owners of this three-storey Taj Mahal, went to America for one months and Idas chances of survival are equal to Kelvins zero, the absolute zero, when even atomic movement stops. Twenty three year old incarcerated Ida remembers her past. There is a string of effective episodes: childhood, fathers death, a loss of virginity. This claustrophobic novel, written in 1987, symbolically forecast bloody reality of Bosnia and Herzegovina. The Bosnian-Herzegovina lift is still stuck between a lower and upper floor. And contemporary reality of Bosnia and Herzegovina is more fantastic than the most fantastic phantasy, as Mahmutefendic said, borrowing the expression from Dostoyevsky.
