A personal narrative about the book as a form of freedom and about the necessary distance between genius and man, in the universe of Ismail Kadare...
In my early youth, his books were the only light at the end of the tunnel. Not as comfort, but as proof that free thought can exist even when freedom is absent.
In a closed world, he opened an inner space. There, power lost its mythical dimensions. Fear became legible. The absurd took on a name. That was enough to survive mentally.
In a galaxy of darkness, Kadare was the only star. The only orientation. The only place where thought could breathe without permission. He didn't just teach me to read literature. He taught me to imagine freedom, when freedom didn't exist.
Kadare did not preach direct revolt. He built a parallel universe where fear was revealed, power was demystified, and tyranny was dismantled with language, symbol, and irony. He did this in the most dangerous way for any regime. Thinking…
In my childhood and early youth, I did not believe in ideologies. I did not believe in the puppets of power. Kadare was the only “god” I believed in. He did not demand worship, he showed me that man can remain free even when everything around him is imprisoned.
From him I learned that freedom does not begin on the street. It begins with the sentence. From the metaphor. From the refusal to accept absurdity as normality. Kadare gave me a clear image of the intellectual. Not as a being who speaks loudly, but as a mind that resists for a long time.
Today, when Albania is experiencing another form of darkness, more sophisticated and more cynical, Kadare remains just as indispensable. Not as a monument, but as a compass. Not as an icon, but as a conscience.
He teaches us that nations do not survive on bread and power alone. They survive on language, memory, and dignity. And that the writer, in dark times, does not have the luxury of being neutral.
On this anniversary day, I do not remember Kadare with nostalgia. I remember him with gratitude. Because without his books, many of us would have survived physically, but would have been broken mentally.
Kadare didn't give us ready-made answers. He gave us the courage to think. And that was the purest form of freedom that could be given to us.
I never met Ismail Kadare. Not because I didn't have the opportunity to meet him, but because I didn't want to confuse the genius with the man. Some emblems need to remain at a distance, not out of fear, but out of respect. I wanted to preserve Kadare as he had come to me through books, free from circumstances, from human weaknesses, from the banality of everyday life. For me, he was a mind, not a friend. An idea, not a social experience. And perhaps this distance was my way of protecting what he had built inside me.
For this reason, for me, he was not just a writer. He was my idea of freedom./ Pamphlet
Gjergj Zefi, ne kete shkrim ka shume llogjiike dhe shume te vertete qe shume prej shqiptareve e ndjejne brenda vehtes. Faleminderit.
Bravo Gjergj.
Te lumte zoti Gjergj. Ne dhjetra shkrime qe lexova sot, asnjeri nuk hynte kaq thjeshte ne esencen e krijimtarise se Kadarese. Fjale e lire mund te bucase edhe aty ku liria mungon. Respekt per ju!
Shkrimtari “ ne kohe te ereta nuk e ka luksin te jete neutral” Kte ja paska mesuar Kadareja. Po pse , mos valle qe disident Kadareja? Mos qe kundershtar i rregjimit, apo i perkedheluri i pushtetit?
Gjergjit!! Eshte e veshtire te leshe nje pergjigje midis dy klasave te jetuara ne ate periudhe,njera e shtypur tjetra e privilegjuar,pra per ne qe skishim te drejte studimi ata qe perfitonin edhe pse ishin nul ne shkolle,keshtu Gjergj megjith respektin njerezore nuk e shofe te njejte me Syrin tuaj.
Perfekt, realist, domethenes!
Ismaili qe talent ne letersi, dhe hipokrit rrufian i komunizmit ne anen tjeter.
Nje percaktim, si dokument historik. Mendoj se ata qe si deshire kane te mos kuptojne ate qe Kadareja dhuron per breza te tere, deshire kane gjithashtu te humbasin edhe aftesine e te menduarit.
Ah i dashur Gjergj ! Shkuan bukur por me pak hipokrizi.Kadare ishte shkrimtar qe pershtatej situatave,por hapur nuk dilte kurre.Prandaj ishte n/kryetar i frontit demokratik te Shqiperise,i bente lavde Partise dhe Enverit.Kure ndrroj sistemi ai zgjodhi te arratisej ne France e jo te luftonte ketu.Megjitheate ai mbetet shkrimtar i madh,dredharak.
Shkrim brilant! Bravo Gjergj Zefi!
Fjalë me peshë.
Kadare mbetet shkrimtar i madh, madje me shume se kaq. Artist sic jane shume pak shkrimtare, James Joyce, Celine, George Bernanos, William Faulkner, Louis Ferdinand Celine apo Kafka mirepo si njeri nuk ishte as i drejte dhe as i sinqerte. Kur u nderrua sistemi, nderroi edhe Kadare ideologji. Librat komuniste i ktheu ne anti-komuniste.
Nje shkrim brilant qe e ben edhe me terheqes titulli intrigues
Me pelqeve, ndonjehere edhe ti je si Kadareja ; )
Ku ti kërkoj rrënjët e tua Parti Si një rrap madhështor.........,Këto janë vargjet që më kujtohen nga shkrimtari komunist "disident"shqiptarë.Kur sistemit komunist po i binin thojtë shkrimtari "disident"vrapoj ti heq patkojtë??!!!i