{"id":1554,"date":"2021-03-25T18:04:01","date_gmt":"2021-03-25T15:04:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=1554"},"modified":"2021-03-25T18:51:40","modified_gmt":"2021-03-25T15:51:40","slug":"isus-din-intuneric","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=1554","title":{"rendered":"Isus din \u00eentuneric"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>C\u00e2nd am deschis iar ochii, m\u0103 aflam \u00een acela\u015fi loc. Cerul era \u00eemp\u00e2nzit de nori mari \u015fi \u00eentuneca\u0163i de furtun\u0103. Totul era cenu\u015fiu \u2013 cerul, p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, casele \u2013, un cenu\u015fiu straniu, ce p\u0103rea desprins din p\u00e2nzele unui pictor nebun. Pe drumul dintre case s\u2011au ivit o femeie \u015fi c\u00e2\u0163iva b\u0103rba\u0163i. Femeia se \u00eempleticea \u00een fa\u0163a lor, de parc\u0103 ar fi fost b\u0103ut\u0103 sau bolnav\u0103, iar ei r\u00e2deau \u015fi, culmea! \u00eei mai \u015fi d\u0103deau c\u00e2te un br\u00e2nci, \u015fi ea c\u0103dea pe dat\u0103 \u00een \u0163\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 la fel de repede se ridica \u015fi continua s\u0103 mearg\u0103. Pe fa\u021b\u0103 \u015fi pe bra\u0163e avea dungi ro\u015fii \u015fi, \u00eentr\u2011una din d\u0103\u0163ile c\u00e2nd a c\u0103zut, am v\u0103zut c\u0103 \u015fi spatele era br\u0103zdat de d\u00e2re ro\u015fiatice. P\u0103rul blonziu \u00eei at\u00e2rna alandala pe umeri \u015fi obrajii \u00eei erau p\u0103ta\u0163i de transpira\u0163ie, lacrimi \u015fi s\u00e2nge. Ar\u0103ta ca o nebun\u0103 h\u0103ituit\u0103. Cu toate acestea, era o femeie frumoas\u0103 \u0219i aparte, f\u0103r\u0103 urm\u0103 de \u00eendoial\u0103. Mizeria \u015fi spaima nu \u00eei puteau \u00eenl\u0103tura frumuse\u0163ea, nici v\u0103paia din priviri. Se pare \u00eens\u0103 c\u0103 expresia femeii nu era tocmai pe placul b\u0103rba\u0163ilor, care gesticulau furio\u015fi ori de c\u00e2te ori ea se \u00eentorcea c\u0103tre ei, f\u0103c\u00e2ndu\u2011i semn s\u0103 mearg\u0103 dracului mai departe, sau cel pu\u0163in asta era senza\u0163ia mea, pentru c\u0103 nu auzeam nimic din ce spuneau, \u00eens\u0103 le vedeam fe\u0163ele \u00eencr\u00e2ncenate, str\u0103b\u0103tute c\u00e2nd \u015fi c\u00e2nd de un r\u00e2njet care \u00eemi \u00eenghe\u0163a s\u00e2ngele \u00een vene. Dup\u0103 o vreme am v\u0103zut c\u0103 unul dintre b\u0103rba\u0163i mergea un pic, doar un pic, \u00een fa\u0163a celorlal\u0163i \u015fi p\u0103rea s\u0103 o \u00eembr\u00e2nceasc\u0103 ceva mai des pe femeie, iar r\u00e2sul s\u0103u le acoperea pe celelalte \u015fi r\u00e2njetul \u00eei p\u0103rea mai crud. Era \u00eenalt, cu p\u0103rul ro\u015fcat, lung \u015fi ondulat. Avea un chip pl\u0103cut, \u00eens\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd se schimonosea, pentru c\u00e2teva clipe p\u0103rea s\u0103 devin\u0103 o cu totul alt\u0103 persoan\u0103, c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2nd o alur\u0103 resping\u0103toare, ca \u015fi c\u00e2nd ceva sau cineva \u00eel tr\u0103gea de col\u0163urile fe\u021bei, deform\u00e2ndu\u2011i tr\u0103s\u0103turile \u00eentr\u2011o masc\u0103 dement\u0103. \u00cembr\u00e2ncelile \u015fi c\u0103z\u0103turile au continuat o vreme de\u2011a lungul drumului, f\u0103r\u0103 ca nimeni s\u0103 ias\u0103 din case, cu toate c\u0103 \u015ftiam c\u0103 satul nu era p\u0103r\u0103sit \u015fi c\u0103 din spatele ferestrelor p\u00e2ndeau priviri, poate \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntate, poate \u00eenc\u0103rcate de ur\u0103 sau pur \u015fi simplu indiferente \u2013 asta nu mai \u015ftiam \u2013, \u00eens\u0103 eram sigur c\u0103 ei erau acolo \u015fi priveau, le sim\u0163eam prezen\u021ba \u00een afara oric\u0103rei \u00eendoieli. Chiar c\u00e2nd p\u0103rea c\u0103 povestea nu mai avea s\u0103 se sf\u00e2r\u015feasc\u0103 vreodat\u0103, iar femeia urma s\u0103 cad\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103 se ridice la nesf\u00e2r\u015fit, lucrurile au c\u0103p\u0103tat o alt\u0103 turnur\u0103. B\u0103rbatul ro\u015fcat a \u00eempins\u2011o \u015fi femeia a c\u0103zut, \u00eens\u0103 de data asta a r\u0103mas la p\u0103m\u00e2nt, cu obrazul \u00een \u0163\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi ochii \u00eenchi\u015fi, de parc\u0103 ar fi murit. B\u0103rba\u0163ii s\u2011au oprit. Ro\u015fcatul a spus ceva \u015fi a r\u00e2njit din nou, iar tr\u0103s\u0103turile i s\u2011au deformat groaznic \u015fi pentru o clip\u0103 l\u2011am privit \u00een ochi \u015fi am sim\u0163it ceva umbl\u00e2ndu\u2011mi prin cap, v\u0103 jur \u2013 era ca \u015fi c\u00e2nd cineva \u00eemi cotrob\u0103ia prin minte \u015fi prin suflet \u2013, apoi senza\u0163ia a disp\u0103rut \u015fi l\u2011am v\u0103zut aplec\u00e2ndu\u2011se \u015fi ridic\u00e2nd\u2011o de p\u0103r, \u00een timp ce femeia se zb\u0103tea \u015fi \u021bipa, cred c\u0103 \u021bipa, nu se putea s\u0103 nu \u0163ipe, \u00eens\u0103 eu nu auzeam dec\u00e2t r\u00e2sul b\u0103rbatului, care p\u0103rea s\u0103 se \u00eentind\u0103 peste case ca un v\u00e2nt turbat. A s\u0103ltat\u2011o de la p\u0103m\u00e2nt, \u0163in\u00e2nd\u2011o cu o singur\u0103 m\u00e2n\u0103, ca pe o p\u0103pu\u015f\u0103 uria\u015f\u0103, apoi a aruncat\u2011o \u00eenapoi \u00een drum. Femeia a lovit p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u015fi a r\u0103mas nemi\u015fcat\u0103. F\u0103r\u0103 o vorb\u0103, ro\u015fcatul s\u2011a dezbr\u0103cat alene, r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd \u00een pielea goal\u0103. Membrul \u00eei zv\u00e2cnea obscen \u00eentre picioare. Ceilal\u0163i b\u0103rba\u0163i s\u2011au despuiat \u015fi ei. Apoi au siluit\u2011o pe femeie \u015fi nu exist\u0103 cuvinte care s\u0103 poat\u0103 descrie scena, doar dac\u0103, \u00eentr\u2011o alt\u0103 lume, un alt scriitor ar fi g\u0103sit calea \u015fi culorile potrivite s\u0103 zugr\u0103veasc\u0103 infernul sub adev\u0103rata sa form\u0103. \u00cens\u0103, dac\u0103 acel scriitor ar exista, ar fi f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eendoial\u0103 nebun acum, a\u015fa cum \u015fi eu m\u0103 \u00eendoiesc din acea noapte de mintea mea, de vocile pe care le aud \u015fi de chipurile pe care le v\u0103d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p><em>\u201eRomanul de maturitate al lui Radu G\u0103van, Isus din \u00eentuneric este cartea confirm\u0103rii, care-i fixeaz\u0103 locul \u00een literatur\u0103. Masiv, cu efuziuni lirice, construit din materia capodoperelor, poate fi considerat un manifest literar \u0219i, cu siguran\u021b\u0103, un roman-eveniment.\u201d<\/em>&nbsp;<strong>Doina Ru\u0219ti<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p>Dup\u0103 ce au terminat, s\u2011au \u00eentors \u015fi au plecat, despuia\u0163i \u015fi nep\u0103s\u0103tori ca ni\u015fte demoni care se pierd \u00een amurg, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 ce mai r\u0103m\u0103sese din femeie. Abia atunci am izbutit s\u0103 \u00eei num\u0103r sau pur \u015fi simplu am reu\u015fit s\u0103\u2011i cuprind pe to\u0163i dintr\u2011o privire. Erau \u015fapte. Ro\u015fcatul era ultimul. P\u0103rul \u00eei lucea, ro\u015fu ca s\u00e2ngele. L\u2011am urm\u0103rit, \u015ftiind c\u0103 urma s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 priveasc\u0103, iar cu acea privire avea s\u0103 \u00eemi d\u0103ruiasc\u0103 nebunia etern\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103lbatic\u0103 a omului nou, \u00eens\u0103 m\u2011am \u00een\u015felat. B\u0103rbatul a continuat s\u0103 mearg\u0103 agale \u00een spatele tovar\u0103\u015filor s\u0103i, devenind mai \u00eent\u00e2i o siluet\u0103 neclar\u0103, apoi o umbr\u0103 sub\u0163ire, \u015fi \u00een cele din urm\u0103 \u2013 nimic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apoi s\u2011a f\u0103cut \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">*<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-drop-cap\">C\u00e2nd viziunea a revenit, femeia se g\u0103sea \u00een continuare \u00eentins\u0103 la p\u0103m\u00e2nt, ca \u015fi c\u00e2nd totul s\u2011ar fi petrecut cu doar o clip\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103 \u00eens\u0103, privind\u2011o mai atent, am observat c\u0103 p\u00e2ntecul \u00eei era u\u015for umflat, iar chipul, br\u0103zdat de \u015fan\u0163uri sub\u0163iri. Cu toate c\u0103 pentru un observator neavizat schimb\u0103rile acestea nu ar fi \u00eensemnat mai nimic, pentru mine revelau trecerea unei perioade \u00eendelungate, \u00een care, fantasmagoric \u2013 o linie firav\u0103, \u015ferpuind \u00eentr\u2011un ocean de nisip, femeia r\u0103m\u0103sese \u00een acela\u015fi loc, cufundat\u0103 \u00eentr\u2011un somn profund. Sau poate, g\u00e2ndul mi\u2011a str\u0103b\u0103tut dintr\u2011odat\u0103 mintea, \u015fi ea visa cine \u015ftie ce, poate chiar pe mine, o idee care m\u2011a \u00eenfiorat, pentru ca \u00een clipa urm\u0103toare s\u0103 dispar\u0103, c\u00e2nd burta femeii s\u2011a ridicat \u00eentr\u2011o mi\u015fcare domoal\u0103. Atunci, dintre case, cu boturile ridicate \u00een aer \u015fi cozile plecate, \u015fi\u2011au f\u0103cut apari\u0163ia trei c\u00e2ini. La \u00eenceput erau ni\u015fte c\u0103\u0163elandri, javre fricoase cu cozile \u00eentre picioare, cum g\u0103se\u015fti \u00een orice sat, apoi, pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce se apropiau, am v\u0103zut mai \u00eent\u00e2i ni\u015fte c\u00e2ini de talie medie, care dup\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 al\u0163i c\u00e2\u0163iva pa\u015fi au devenit dul\u0103i \u00een toat\u0103 regula, cu blana neagr\u0103, lucioas\u0103, \u015fi boturile p\u0103tate de o spum\u0103 alb\u0103. Nu am auzit m\u00e2r\u00e2ielile, \u00eens\u0103 am v\u0103zut col\u0163ii miji\u0163i \u015fi am avut subit revela\u0163ia a ceea ce urma s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple, iar \u015focul m\u2011a izbit at\u00e2t de puternic, \u00eenc\u00e2t pentru o clip\u0103 s\u2011a f\u0103cut \u00eentuneric \u015fi femeia a disp\u0103rut \u015fi, odat\u0103 cu ea, casele \u015fi c\u00e2inii s\u2011au topit \u00een bezn\u0103. \u00cen acea clip\u0103 m\u2011am cufundat \u00eentr\u2011o mare r\u0103coroas\u0103, o mare de t\u0103cere, \u015fi de atunci amintirea acelei clipe de lini\u015fte, oric\u00e2t de efemere, e de ajuns pentru a m\u0103 \u0163ine departe de marginea gropii \u015fi a abisului ce p\u00e2nde\u015fte din ea. Pe urm\u0103 imaginile au n\u0103v\u0103lit ca \u00eentr\u2011un carusel dement. Dul\u0103ii \u015fi\u2011au descle\u015ftat f\u0103lcile \u015fi au n\u0103v\u0103lit asupra femeii, \u00eenfund\u00e2ndu\u2011\u015fi boturile \u00een carnea ei. Am v\u0103zut trupul scuturat ca o p\u0103pu\u015f\u0103 din c\u00e2rpe, buc\u0103\u0163i de carne smulse de pe oase, zbur\u00e2nd prin aer \u015fi rostogolindu\u2011se pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul negru, s\u00e2ngele amestec\u00e2ndu\u2011se cu spuma alb\u0103, boturile ro\u015fii scormonind, sf\u00e2\u015fiind f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eencetare. Apoi am v\u0103zut chipul femeii, m\u2011am uitat \u00een ochii larg deschi\u0219i \u015fi am citit ceva \u00een ei, dar am uitat ce sau am blocat amintirea, i\u2011am privit gura \u015fi i\u2011am intuit \u0163ipetele, \u015fi atunci un bot imens i\u2011a cuprins buzele \u015fi mai apoi fa\u0163a \u00eentr\u2011un s\u0103rut din iad, iar c\u00e2nd s\u2011a retras, femeia nu mai avea chip, doar o masc\u0103 ro\u015fie, diform\u0103, pe care sclipeau, rotindu\u2011se \u00eennebuni\u0163i, ochii \u00eens\u00e2ngera\u0163i. \u00cen clipa urm\u0103toare, \u00eentunericul a n\u0103v\u0103lit \u015fi un vuiet continuu, ca un maelstrom din alt\u0103 lume, mi\u2011a invadat mintea, apoi, n\u0103sc\u00e2ndu\u2011se din vuiet, am deslu\u015fit un sc\u00e2ncet neajutorat, care cur\u00e2nd a devenit \u0163ip\u0103tul ascu\u0163it al fricii \u015fi mai apoi urletul grotesc al nebuniei, urletul cuiva care e pe cale s\u0103 cedeze \u00eentunericului \u015fi care p\u0103rea s\u0103 cuprind\u0103 tot ce era \u00een jur \u015fi s\u0103\u2011l sf\u00e2\u015fie \u00een mii de f\u0103r\u00e2me. \u00centr\u2011un t\u00e2rziu am realizat c\u0103 \u0163ip\u0103tul nu era al femeii, ci al meu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dup\u0103 o vreme \u0163ip\u0103tul s\u2011a oprit \u015fi imaginea a revenit. C\u00e2inii disp\u0103ruser\u0103. R\u0103m\u0103\u015fi\u0163ele femeii erau \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftiate pe drum. Printre ele, mi\u015fc\u00e2ndu\u2011\u015fi aproape imperceptibil membrele, am v\u0103zut un bebelu\u015f.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator is-style-dots\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center has-cyan-bluish-gray-background-color has-background\">Romanul <em>Isus din \u00eentuneric<\/em> de Radu G\u0103van poate fi <a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" href=\"https:\/\/www.litera.ro\/isus-din-intuneric-cu-autograf-afcc81\" target=\"_blank\">precomandat<\/a>, cu autograf \u0219i 30% reducere, de pe site-ul editurii.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Fragment \u00een avanpremier\u0103 din romanul cu acela\u0219i titlu aflat \u00een curs de apari\u021bie la Editura Litera, \u00een colec\u021bia Biblioteca de proz\u0103 contemporan\u0103, coordonat\u0103 de scriitoarea Doina Ru\u0219ti.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":36,"featured_media":1557,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[164,29],"tags":[170,233,105,232,231,168],"coauthors":[],"class_list":["post-1554","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-avanpremiere","category-fictiune","tag-avanpremiera","tag-biblioteca-de-proza-contemporana","tag-editura-litera","tag-isus-din-intuneric","tag-radu-gavan","tag-roman"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/isus-din-intuneric-front-1.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1554","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/36"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1554"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1554\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1561,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1554\/revisions\/1561"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1557"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1554"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1554"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1554"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcoauthors&post=1554"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}