‘A stranger. A comet’s tail. A vision, resembling an improved version of Lord Byron’. An image sprouting from the depths of the author’s memory, serving him as a pinpoint in his search for the lost path in his life, of his destiny which had silently abandoned him somewhere on the long journey. More

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Words: 56,350
Language: English
ISBN: 9781370931095
About Danilo Peshikan

Danilo Peshikan is the author of short stories, which have been published in the literary magazines of his home country and anthologized. While overseas, he worked as a special correspondent for the Literary Forum, a newspaper issued by the Union of the Bulgarian writers. Danilo lived in Paris and taught for three years at the University of Zimbabwe before moving with his family to Australia. A collection of his novellas saw the light of day in the 90’s. Filiad is Danilo Peshikan's first and last novel written in English. He started it with the ambition to produce a masterpiece of undisputable value and artistic merit. It was supposed to be the book of his life, his magnum opus.
Danilo Peshikan once said: When I speak it is to say something essential—my hopes, my human experience, my feelings, philosophy etc.—themes that have rarely been spoken about by one human to another.... To become a Stranger for someone else’s soul and to be for it what He has been for me throughout all these years, and every lonely person at every occasional meeting has woken up the hope… It is of no importance, even if all this lasts just for an instant, as long as at this very moment I am immortal at last.
Filiad was completed shortly before he died in 2010. The inscription on Danilo's grave is taken from Filiad: The sky showed no rally of cawing ravens or gathering gods, no gam of killer clouds frolicked about, no poetic thunder-head swelled with Shakespearean curses.

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