MAYA GOLDBERGER, A MARQUEZ IN MINIATURE



A review of Maya Goldberger's first book 

signed by cultural journalist, Ph.D. Valentin Protopopescu, writer, philosopher, critic, commentator, and psychoanalyst








Age is never an issue when it comes to talent. In other words, the
talent has no expiry date.
I am sorry for starting this reviewal with a truism, but there is a
redeem for it. My regret suddenly becomes a joy of a large
proportion!
Maya Goldberger’s debut as a writer is delightful, even magic
here and there! She is very mature, from her very first books.
The esthetical and psychological age of the three micro-novels
Kid #1, Kid #2 şi Kid #3 pass over the author's biological age.
I know adult writers who have not attained such authorial
maturity.
How do I explain this radical precocity? Through a clearly
above-average emotional intelligence. Maya, although so young,
deeply understands the life and the resorts of psychological
living. Being at the time when the information is absorbed like
a sponge does it, she has been able to assume areas of existence
that a child usually ignores.
Of course, even if she has such a mature and firm style, Maya
remains a child when it comes to looking at life. She uncovers
adult universe with innocence and humor, from which she
selects those aspects specific to childhood: the permanence of
the play, the caricature of some defects, the freedom of the
temporal projection, the freedom of choice, the strength to
re-evaluate in the light of the experience, the intensity of the joy, the ease of briefly and memorably
portraiture, etc.
Although published as standalone novels, the three short prose
pieces signed by Maya Goldberger can at any time be the
chapters of a novel of a young age. Therefore, they can represent
the beginning of a childish micro-epic, the bright start of an
extremely promising children's saga.
From one’s perspective, Milfred Street, Kid's family, consisting
of the mother, the father and younger sister Amy, the friend
Alferd, the neighbor, by his name, Mr. Malliciouz, his wife,
an English teacher, Mrs. Malliciouz, the school are all elements
of a magical, protective and coherent invested space, in which
the tensions are always resolved, and delicate situations are
overcome with greatness, either due to the skillful maneuvers
of the characters, or thanks to an intervention “deus ex machina”.
The panorama is so harmonious, and the accents so enthralled,
that the domestic area from Maya's writings reminds me
of that fantastic Macondo after which Gabriel Garcia Marquez
relentlessly sighed in the novel A Century of Loneliness. Our
writer always pursues a moral background, an ethical education
necessary to be extracted from the events and facts of the
characters. Life is a nice scene, where the little ones have their
difficulties and triumphs, but it is necessarily the place of
permanent learning, also.
One of these truths conquered by Kid, the central hero, is that
nothing is what it seems to be, the difference between pessimism
and hope sometimes being so small.
And if I have just started with these sentences, I want to end them,
with a conclusion actually is drawn from the pages of the young
author: the man (the child), as he lives, learns...