War

Admit it, you don’t have a clue where Syria is. You couldn’t even find it on a map. Neither could I. Syria is a far away land where Americans are hunting Assad, the way they were hunting down Gaddafi.

You don’t know who Assad is? He is the beast that devours the living children of Syrian rebels. There is still a difference between Gaddafi and Assad, a big one. Assad is more resilient than his torn to pieces, dead, colleague.
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My Dead Father

I can sense you won’t be interested in reading about this. Your father is just an ordinary dad who will die when he gets old, but in the meantime he takes your son to kindergarten and your daughter to dance lessons? Or did he die a long time ago, and you’ve forgotten about him and his overgrown tomb? Or you do you not even dare to imagine that your father will die? When you need some money you call him up, even though he is eighty years old, with very little money, and you’re fifty and earning a lot?
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When a Woman is a Whore

There is something in the following that will certainly be offensive to almost everyone, which is why Vedrana Rudan is generally a well-kept secret outside of Croatia and not very beloved within. Her writing is both satiric and blunt, as evidenced in her novel Night, which Dalkey Archive published a few years ago to resounding silence. This will be the first in a series of pieces by Rudan that will be published in CONTEXT.
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An Interview with Vedrana Rudan

Vedrana Rudan was born and lives in Opatia, Croatia. In the early nineties, she lost her job as a radio journalist for satirizing the president of Croatia, and she currently writes for Nacional, Croatia’s biggest and best-selling daily newspaper. Her recently released novel, Night, comprises the shockingly angry and honest rant of a woman spending the night watching TV, while planning to leave her husband for another man. Night is Rudan’s first work to be translated into English and marks the emergence of a unique voice in contemporary fiction.

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