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I was born in Prague, where I lived until emigrating in 1970 to France, England and Germany, eventually settling in Paris in 1982. Multilingual, I received MAs in Russian, Czech and French at Charles University in Prague, a Diploma of English Language and Literature from the Cambridge University, England, and the Doctorat d’Etat in French Literature at the Sorbonne in France. After I moved to Paris I found my niche as a novelist.
My first novel, LE NAUFRAGE D’UN POISSON DORE, written in French won the prestigious PRIX EUROPEEN DE LA LITTERATURE in 1984.
Its English version, THE DROWNING OF A GOLDFISH was published in 1990 by PERMANENT PRESS - New York. It was acclaimed as ”An accomplished new voice from Europe, a promising debut and a moving and understated tale of courage by a young survivor living in a society where just to endure is sufficient victory” (THE KIRKUS REVIEWS, 9/1/90). All my other print books were published by Domhan Books, New York.
on April 06, 2012 :
Struggle with inner feelings and love, that can not be devided between two object. Great storyline from the real world. Everything can be cut into pieces, but it never lost it' s base and continuum in Lidmila' s work.
(reviewed within a week of purchase)
on July 04, 2011 :
Our inborn common sense must endure inutterable tests once the corset of beauty is standing in line behind an unseizable horror vacui around our favorite Group dynamics.
In this outstanding novel our five protagonists tragically pervert their need for beauty. Keats´s thought “In Beauty is Truth and in Truth is Beauty” finds his equal suffocating others, gradually sublimed by catharsis.
Many artists would be fairly amused to watch said “Vanity Purgatory” becoming a new merry-go-round beneath a marble sky, langouring above this raging horror, illuminated by Nature’s bewildering spectacles.
The Fates as well as the author cunningly lead us to the protagonists´ cobweb, where in spite of all their crafty ways they remain dictators kept in suspense. Without pity, if not unsatiably they struggle for the view on the landscape of their relations and for the view on their souls. Their refined idleness is prevented by the privileged grandmother, desperately aspiring to heal these unloved pests of hers by the simple and yet efficient down-to-earth way of discipline. And finding her vice versa reduced to absurdum this must never make us doubt the grip on our individual reader´s distance.
Let alone her son. Down to a certain sobriety he keeps the picture, outshining his relatives´ secret fateful and psychotic ways.
Be it empathy, be it cunning – who knows? – it works for a while, as he emphasizes his passionate view on the world, touching his son Rinaldo´s deeper sanity, his unconscient perception as well as his shy glance on joy. This glance is ephemeral only, but that is. One must be a highly attentive reader to catch this wistful second of Rinaldo´s perfect sanity, astonished by something he might like, never haunted by malicious behavior. No bonfire, no great moment, never haunted by feelings, never haunted by words.
May they transmogrify his sorrows and may they provide him with a lift to his heart.
Lidmila Sovakova harbours a powerful knowledge that has the gift of reconciling us with a motionless Fate. So let us raise our glasses to a new vivaticum.
(reviewed long after purchase)