A SHORT REVIEW
A while ago, I discovered by mistake via a French blog related to literature, a short description for The Complete Infinite. Here is the text:
“Live numéroté à la main (limité à 100 copies). Je l´ai acheté en Roumanie et le livre inclut une version anglaise et une roumaine. Que dire si ce n´est que “The Complete Infinite” est le livre le plus étrange que j´ai pu lire jusqu´ici ? Une vision tourmenté, chaotique de l´existence humaine, parsemée de cauchemars, rêves, altération du réel et de l´imaginaire. Au fond, le livre livre aussi une critique de notre société actuelle. Nous vivons une époque bien plus sombre et chaotique qu´on le pense. Un jour un homme a dit “La vie n’est pas belle, sous son fond de teint, y’a des cicatrices” et cela résume bien la chose. Ce livre est une quête spirituelle de soi même à la recherche de réponses et même s´il s´avère compliqué à lire (en anglais qui plus est…), “The Complete Infinite” dresse des paysages et des scènes intéressantes et inspirantes. ”
FIRST WORDS AFTER “THE COMPLETE INFINITE” RELEASE
Today, my first book is officially out. The release was a few days ago during the Dark Bombastic Evening 4 Festival at the Alba Iulia Fortress. I would have written something about this event as soon as I got home but my body became my no. 1 enemy. At the same time I would not have wanted to range some black thoughts about this.
This event was completely amazing, but there is no surprise. Last year, the same place was the scene for the same festival, and of course, it was quite beautiful. Knowing these things, what could I say more besides the fact that everything went pretty good? I sold some books, but this is less important than the certainty that my story is now in some great people’s hands from various corners of the world. I would not have imagined that I can sign something for one of my favourite musicians out there.
Inside the space of the art gallery where the release took place, I felt like I was trapped into a cave with windows. It’s strange, why would someone need windows in the underground?! Could be the fact that there are some hidden worlds and they must be watched? Anyhow, the gallery space was placed above the ground, but the coldness made me feel the opposite effect. Perhaps it was the darkness settled on the bricks, while the electricity was part of the backstage games.
Among those windows took place some emotional explosions. For some moments I thought that all my senses were blocked. Besides the positive reactions regarding my story, there were other stunning feelings revealed in the atmosphere which surrounded everyone there. The source of this ambiance was the art exhibition of my beloved artist – There Are No Shadows On Our Maps – and the music which released a mind-killer storm.
The responses given by some dear friends and by strangers were downright precious. Although there was a guy from Israel who bought the book and then he came back very mad and throw it down on the table. I guess he was the victim of irony, or the substratum which I used against Christianity destroyed his interest. Anyhow, during the previous edition of the festival he made known his absurdity.
Beyond all these things I have a big respect for organizers, musicians, magicians and for sincere people.
Here is the first online review for “The Complete Infinite” written by Doru Atomei – Kogaionon Magazine.
“The Complete Infinite”, the prose debut of Gina Săndulescu, is a complex dark story, with surrealist touches, a pretext for introducing some reflections and conclusions into the text about human condition, life and death, love and grudge, struggle and total despair. Visually, the text makes me think of Tim Burton’s movies. It is not an easy read, like those summertime books, and I am sure that it does not reveal all its meanings from the very beginning, because this text is suitable for a serious study after a first reading… Especially the first part which seems to be more focused on ideas and details of all kinds and this requires a special attention, I dare to say a maximum one, in order to enter into its specific atmosphere… The main character dies… Then he travels to a different universe, stylized by the mark of nightmares, meeting many other episodic characters and having short dialogues with them, he follows a ghost that seems to be in love with. I find very touching the moment when he gives his soul to the ghost, his soul – a deformed creature, and the conclusion which was written for not getting to the destination was thrilling as well: “It hurts too much but I will never say it to you again.” The main character/narrator and the ghost are the red wire of the action… Otherwise, I think the minus of this text is that the other characters are not enough developed, as well as the interaction with them. However, the thing which supports the text, and at the same time impresses the reader, is the strength and sincerity of introspection. The words “I am not an empty man, I am too much for this place” still blow in my mind. How much is dissociation and how much splitting is in these lines, this is something that only Gina knows best.
The second part, which continues stylistically in the same peculiar narrative way, opens the space to Cosmos (although the reader can sense a pressing feeling, not an open space), and describes some scenes of rituals with pagan accents, or gives the idea of an end of the world. There are revelations and spiritual reaches, but they are expressed with some kind of retention and too weighted, though, somewhere one can feel the presence of their healing scent… Throughout the reading I was thinking that so much darkness could have its end only in a burst of light, one single spark was not enough, and yet, although visually speaking, it is in this way (The Moon and Sun come together in order to light a Universe dominated further by chaos and disorder), I find that this does not “solve” the story, that does not end it, and the characters remain somewhere lost in the air…
If I have to see this story with an objective eye, it seems the ideas have been held, or they rather came out from an imaginary Niflheim, trying to combine the imagined Midgard and Asgard in these two parts of this book, eventually weaving a tree of (non-) existence that rises out of nowhere and goes nowhere… Seen from a warmer and romantic point of view, everything seems to come out of that strange gloomy darkness, sometimes in a lascivious way, sometimes oppressive, which tends to move to forgotten or denied existing thrills… I do not know if we can say that this route finally reaches love, because for each of us, love can represent something different… but it is about that “something” which comes from a troubled, tumultuous and tortured purgatory and now it seems to be high, or rather detached from all the initial fears and frustrations that are anchored hopelessly in the character’s soul, the vibrancies of his own existence and development are beaming now in peace and harmony…
The text captures the reader’s attention through its naked honesty, and the courage to ask questions and assume answers… The black and white images, outlined by Costin, resonate perfectly with the travel insights, which are more or less initiated of our subconscious, but they are fascinating through the words combination, which is dark and strange but also with substrate and alluring.
“The clouds represent a virtual illusion for a desolated world. People enjoy the sun and honey. Their god and words are drowned in honey. They found out what it was supposed to find out. They want to be great and bright. But they also mourn for mercy when they apply honey on their body and sit in front of the sun and they just become the victims of flies.” – The Complete Infinite
THINGS ABOUT INFINITY
The Complete Infinite is the name of the first book I wrote. This is not a long story, it is a simple journey from one side to another. When I wrote the first words I could not imagine that they will be published. Actually, I did not care about anything else besides the darkest graveyard in the world. I spitted so much hate on that road, although I was drowned by oceans of love. Then I confessed my pantheistic beliefs to you and I also wanted to share some little details from my profane dreams. You will see the end of this age.