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While they are away Leaves pile up In the gardens of the gods. Matsuo Basho

Pred časom sem na Tubi poslušala video, v katerem je bilo med drugim govora o knjigi Rojstvo mostu Maylis de Kerangal. Zvenelo je kot knjiga zame, še posebej zato, ker je proza, ki se bere kot poezija in ker ni najbolj vsakdanja. Ne spominjam se kaj naj bi se v zgodbi dogajalo, vendar se mi to zadnje časa niti ne zdi več tako zelo pomembno. Vedno raje berem skoraj na slepo. Nekaj dni kasneje sem na netu videla, da so knjigo prevedli v okviru festivala Fabula in da bo avtorica prišla v Ljubljano. Rojstvo mostu je knjiga o mostu pa še o marsičem drugem. No, morda je še najmanj knjiga o mostu. Primerjajo jo z Andrićevim Mostom na Drini in Belomorom Maksima Gorkega. Most Maylis de Kerangal pomeni za nekatere ljudi napredek, za druge pa nekaj povsem drugega, če upoštevamo kaj vse potegne za seboj. Most povezuje privilegirane ljudi s socialno šibkimi, mestni beton in gozdom, dvema svetovoma, ki se bolj slabo mešata. Povezave vedno delujejo obojestransko. Nekoga krepijo, dru...

One day the Dog Woman finds a baby boy by the river Thames. She takes him with her and cares for him as if he was her child. She names him Jordan and she knows he will leave one day. If you name a boy by a river, he’ll flow away like water. Jordan meets Tradescant, gardener to the king and eventually sails away, discovering new lands and coming back with fruits people have never seen. He keeps looking for a woman, who may not exist and he desperately wants to be a hero. While researching the meaning of the title, I discovered that it means determining the gender of a cherry tree after grafting. It’s what Jordan does in the book and thinks about how he would like some of Tradescant grafted on him, so Jordan could be a hero like him. I saw grafting as a way of determining one’s identity after a person was searching for it. Jordan leaves England to become someone else, someone better. In the end he becomes a hero, but in another period, in another existence. At the beginning ...