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TRANSLATION FROM RAFFI
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"Vartan didn't know how to lie. He spoke the truth to everyone. He was even incapable of covering up his own blunders. Generally speaking, this type of individual is thought of as eccentric by ordinary folk, who are used to dealing with people who say one thing and mean another, and they hate anyone who insists on speaking the truth."
On his own, a writer,
even one of Shakespearian magnitude,
can change nothing.
He can only try to understand
and share his understanding with his readers,
assuming of course he has them.
ARMENIAN WRITERS / Saroyan once published a satirical short story titled "Armenian Writers," in which he describes them as pompous assess with ridiculously difficult surnames. *As far as I know, this story has never been included in any one of his many volumes and remains buried in an obscure American periodical. *Most Armenian writers resent Saroyan’s fame and the anti-Semites among them ascribe it to his Jewish wife. *Was Zarian’s wife Jewish? I am not sure. But most Armenian writers resent him too. Neglected, even ignored, by their own countrymen, they are convinced what stands between them and fame is either a Jewish wife or a competent English translator.#
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Whenever I mention money in my writings,
I am told an artist should be above such petty considerations.
“Think of Beethoven,” I was reminded once.
“Can you imagine him thinking about money
while composing his divinely inspired sonatas, concertos, and symphonies?”
*
As a matter of fact, it is because I think of Beethoven
that I write as I do. Most of his published letters
deal with crooked publishers, royalties, and money.
His contempt for the aristocracy (his potential patrons)
knew no bounds.
Once, during a walk in the park,
he even rebuked Goethe for taking his hat off and bowing to a prince.
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INTERVIEW
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Q: Your favorite genre of reading matter?
A: Brief interviews with celebrities - I find them compulsively readable even if consistently disappointing.
Q: The funniest book you read last year?
A: THE COMPLETE CARTOONS OF THE NEW YORKER.
Q: What annoys you the most?
A: People who speak like morons because they think everyone else is a lesser moron.
Q: Do you believe in god?
A: Not in the god of priests, imams and rabbis.
Q: What's your own god like?
A: He is an absentee landlord - distant, incomprehensible, and indifferent.
Q: Your greatest regret?
A: Arguing with individuals who were not prepared to lose an argument.
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From
THE DIARY OF AN ORPHAN
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By Kourken Mahari
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His name was Karnik.
A boy from the mountains,
he spoke with a stentorian voice
and pretended to be a simpleton.
He rejoiced whenever one of us
threw stones at chickens
and managed to shave one of their tail feathers.
But he was himself such an expert marksman that
not only did he kill, cook, and ate chickens
but he also replaced the straw in his pillow
with chicken feathers; and he did all this
without anyone’s awareness.
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