Serban VC Enache, Romanian Novelist

Serban V.C. ENACHE @Amazon (78)Welcome to my tiny shady spot of a realmhttp://serbanvcenache.blogspot.fr/

I'm a 27 year old fiction writer interested in economics, history,metaphysics, science, technology, comedy, and politics. My

medieval fantasy series Of Hate And Laughter has come at last.This universe of mine is one of infernal majesty.

Born on March 25, 1989, in Bucharest/Romania. Single parent child. Iblame my mother for the long-ass name. Licensed in journalism. Creator ofthe Of Hate And Laughter series. This universe is one of infernal majesty;it's my heart and soul. If it matters to anyone, my sun sign is Aries, moonsign is Scorpio, mars sign is Gemini. I don't believe in astrology, by the way^_^. My interests are: MMT (modern monetary theory), politics, history,literature, tv-shows, movies, games, music (from epic soundtracks to gothicmetal), and I enjoy walking the green and concrete. I'm a deficit owl andsocial progressive. I'm also pretty good at drawing. My favorite author isGarth Marenghi (look him up). My favorite comedian is George Carlin. Myfavorite sitcom is NewsRadio. My favorite actor is Phil Hartman.http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B016QAHT60/

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SERBAN VC ENACHE – TALKINGCROWS – 2014

A FLOCK OF BLACK CROWS OVER THE PLAINMorning crow, sorrow!UN VOL DE CORBEAUX NOIRS SUR LA PLAINECorbeau du matin, chagrin!

A small short story that tells one day in the life of three black brothercrows or maybe ravens or maybe blackbird, who knows, crows they are called butthey have other names that are funny in a way? Magnus, Korvern and Septimius.And what’s more for us they go Cra! Cra! Cra! But in fact they seem to be able tocommunicate and to speak and think and have ideas about everything in theworld, about humans and about dogs, and some other things of the sort.

Strangely enough they have their own theory about the world and how itdoes not go, even about its economy as if they had been fervent students in someuniversity. Definitely these three black crow remind me of Shakespeare and histhree weird sisters, though here we have three weird brothers. And then theirhatred for the local stray cat brings to my mind an old film, Fritz the Cat, a longtailed cat who had great problems with black crows in another city that may havebeen New York. So they become like some plotters trainspotting in the air, someunderground homeless and forlorn scavengers in our society living on rejects,trash and garbage?

At times they find a juicy dead body they can eat as if it were Christmasor Thanksgiving delicatessen or Easter Passover goodies or Ramadan eveningnourishment. I suppose they satisfy their visionary hunger with the two globes ofthe eyes of the corpse, and yet they do not go further to some other parts that are

juicy and rich in a body, alive or not, like the liver, the pancreas, if they can get tothem, though they will never be able to break the shell of the egg of the brain, thecranium, the skull.

It is true they don’t need to eat human brain to be clever because theyare naturally, and more than humans, because they know they have to respectnature, to clean it up of its garbage, though they could be thousands and theywould not be able to come to the end of human trash, both the trash they dropeverywhere or the trash they pull around them in the shape of dogs or cats, andeven a third type which is humans themselves who are the governing trashy kingsof this planet they don’t even deserve.

It is somewhat funny and somewhat strange, bizarre, surprising, andmaybe too short since they sleep at night, well, so you say man, because birdsalways sleep with one eye tight open and the other wide shut since cats arenocturnal animals too, not to speak of bats and other night time predators. Butbirds have a very great sense of hierarchy; I was watching just this afternoon andyesterday the birds who come to my yard to take advantage of the bird-feedersLucretia garnishes with all kinds of goodies. There is a band of blackbirds, malesand females, five or six, maybe more and among them one macho male. Whenthe black birds are there all the other little birds of half a dozen types have toliterally fight to get to the food. The black birds are a perfect band of SS officerskeeping their spoils of war. And this afternoon only the macho male was thereand no one else could get close to the grains, seeds, peanuts, or whatever. Hewas pacing the yard and the snow with the authority of a Trump signing executiveorders banning everyone from his own little White House lawn and rose garden.

Who said nature was just, peaceful, equalitarian, gentle, sweet? Ah! Ah! Itis some kind of an inferno and humans are nearly just slightly more civilized thanthat, well maybe, perhaps, for sure but not quite sure.

So be careful the Men In Black are coming and you better be ready to beextra-terrestrialized if you don’t like the color. I know one President and one Prime

Minister who have to be extra-terrestrialized as an urgent emergency and sent tointensive care in some NHS hospital (though that one could come to France andas a European citizen she could get some free treatment in some luxurious Parishospital like La Salpetriere built by Louis XIV), or some community hospital for thehomeless in New York (for the other member of the pair that should be marriedurgently too before being moved to these medical reclusive retreats). But I will nottell names. I am not a rat, a cat maybe, a crow why not, but Serban made mesmile with his birdlike human realism, and there sure are a lot of human beings inthe street or in the bureaucratic offices we have forgotten to bury last time thehearse went by down in the street.

SERBAN VALENTIN CONSTANTIN ENACHE – ANEMPIRE OF TRAITORS – 2014

Welcome to and into the phenomenal and absolutely perverse andmesmerizing mental world of the deranged universe in some tamed version ofwhich we are living, willy nilly, more nilly than willy, and enjoying every singleminute spent in it. Sharpen your attention and concentrate your vision becausethere is no way for you to get through these pages, these strange territories,these unwelcoming imperial lands if you miss one single sentence because thenetwork of this writing does not authorize one single loop to give way. That’s whatmakes this novel difficult to the reader: there is no way we can speed up thereading, skip a page, or even a sentence. The language is both absolutely

functional (nothing lost on vain and useless descriptions) and so dense youcannot play around with the punctuation or the adverbs. Every single word ismeaningful and none is superfluous decoration.

So if you are ready to go into that forest of a corrugated imagination youmight be rewarded with some good moments of pleasure if not bliss. I do notintend to tell you the story but to give you some tools to guide you – or rather pullyou – through the brambles around the castle and maybe enable you to reach thebed of the Sleeping Beauty who is in fact no princess at all but maybe the trueheart of humanity.

The first thing you must understand is that this territory that does not havea map is composed of various contradictory if not antagonistic pieces. You havethe Empire itself composed of five territories: the Northlands, the Westlands, theSouthlands, the Eastlands and the Streamlands. Each section is itself complexbecause they are feudal territories, which means they are more or less controlledby one noble house but they are composed of a network of smaller feudal housesand families all connected by some fealty oath to be pronounced on one’s kneesin front of the superior lord. But these oaths do not seem to be based on muchhonor and have much strength since they are systematically betrayed and brokenby practically everyone.

This world is dominated by a few houses or families represented by somebanners or emblems. The Northlands are controlled by The Sodomis house inWeiyenor, represented by a ram with fiery hooves. The Westlands are controlledby the Blackways house, the black Knights of Rogfort and are represented by awarhorse. The Southlands do not seem to be really controlled by anyone because

they are various houses all pulling and pushing in different directions, traitors bydefinition. The Eastlands are controlled but the Verwick House in Findar’s Keepand are represented by a dolphin. The Streamlands are represented by theMandon house at Rivermark for nearly the whole novel but this family looses thisprivilege at the end. They are represented by a hawk. Some other families arecrucial, especially either by their cruelty or by their treacherous nature. TobiasFindley represented by a dog-headed serpent at Stoneweed is an epitome ofviolence and barbarity. The House Bellworth is represented by a grey griffin. TheHouse of Reed is represented by a blazing star grass. The House of Wolfgar isrepresented by a sanguineous sword. The House of Merrick is represented bythree stars and a Crescent Moon. Those seem to be the main houses, apart fromthe Imperial house, the Mero family. If I have made mistakes do not hesitate to tellme and even vindicate my incompetence. You will discover all by yourselves theTychos family, Lords of Ironmoat.

The novel, or saga, starts some five years or so after the civil war and thedeath of the tyrant Zygar Ferus Mero. The elder son, Amarius Seronius Mero,was made emperor for a short while but he was accused by his younger brother,Hagyian Rovines Mero, of embezzling, excessive power, etc, and was arresteddeclared guilty and banished into exile. When the action starts the elder brother isliving in Harpool, an outside territory that is built on the existence and trade ofslaves. The younger brother is the acting emperor but he has lost contact with hispeople and is completely out of touch, ready to fall like some over-ripe if not rottenfruit. We have to add that the civil war was against the tyrant we have mentioned,father of the emperor and his exiled brother, but with what is called the Inquisitionon their side. After the victory Amarius Seronius Mero got rid of the Inquisition but

kept the two clerical orders, the Patriarchy and the Matriarchy. The last element toknow at the beginning is the existence of a distant territory beyond a vast sanddesert occupied by some free savages that seem to be living like some NorthernAmerican Indians before the arrival of Christopher Columbus. The desert is theterritory occupied by some “wyverns” that are enormous worms or snakes livingunderground in the sand, voracious and attacking anything alive. The allusion toDune’s sandworms is not even hidden. It is obvious and the savages who are red-skinned and called Aharo are very close to Dune’s Fremen. The term “wyvern”could be understood as teh Celtic wyver but that would be a mistake/. The wyverthat might be connected to the root of “viper” is not per se a serpent in Celticculture. It is represented in many Romanesque art of the 10th-12th centuriesunder Celtic influence as a man’s head with an invasive moustache pushing longextensions down on both sides and meeting with two flows of water descendingout from the mouth. This wyver represents underground water circulation andmagnetism on which the Celtic occupation of a territory was founded. Thisterritorial vision was recuperated by and integrated in Christianity in earlyfeudalism in Europe after the fall of the .

This would already be complex enough if this world were not dividedalong clear-cut religious lines. The Empire is against slavery and abides by thereligion of the Three, the triune religion or faith based on three divine bodies, theFather Sun and the Twin Moon Mothers. This explains the two clerical orders andtheir basic hostility if not open rivalry. The second religion was that of the Tyrantemperor of the old days: the religion of the Gods of Blood which was based onhuman and animal sacrifices, probably some cannibalism and definitely somevampirism, drinking the blood of the sacrificed animals or humans. The thirdreligion is that of Harpool that states a social vision implying a small dominantelite governs the world and the vast majority of slaves who (or maybe which) haveonly one mission, function and end: to obey and do whatever hard tasks they areordered to perform. It is clear that some of these tasks are prostitution clearlystated for girls bought very young and sold later to the matrons of some shadyhouses as soon as they have experienced their first bloody blossoming. You may

consider some linguistic formulations as hinting at the same fate for boys, but it ismore discreet, less obvious. Then you have the people who have no territoriesand are what is called sellswords, that is to say mercenaries who sell themselves,and their swords, for temporary military service to the various factions of theempire. They believe in one god, the Sky itself, and that life is nothing butsuffering, their god being a god of fire that advocates struggle, courage, battleand honor till death comes since death will be the end of suffering. Noreincarnation, no rebirth. Just death. You have to consider the religion of theAharos which is different because it merges together myths, legends, history intosome mythological whole that respects the freedom of people, nature,sustainability and has a great knowledge of plants and other natural means toheal and improve life.

Add to this cocktail the intrigue and plotting of the clerical orders in theempire to create some fear of witchcraft, the belief that a few negative hostilespirits, demonic of course, can take possession of people in order to conquer andcontrol the human world. Superstition and rumors are their tools and weapons ina time when there is no real daily mass communication.

So enter this world and enjoy it. But do not skip one line if you really wantto follow and take notes if possible. Kindle is good for that. I enjoyed the trip,recognized many influences or models, acknowledged the distortions of thesemodels into some new logic or essence, but this volumes will leave quite a fewunfinished and incomplete businesses behind: so be sure you can get into thesecond volume. Maybe not straight away but soon.

The author is very young. So prepare yourself to see his name over thenext few or many years. He sure has plenty of potential monstrous characters andmaybe ethical perspectives here and there among the drastic frightening andeven sickening chasms he opens under every single one of our steps in thisstrange land of his. If you survive you might have a good chance of being a happypsychotic PTSS beneficiary.

Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU