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ON WAKEFIELD:

A brilliantly inventive cathedral of a book.   No one--and I mean no one--is more deeply in touch with the zeitgeist of this obsessive, lunatic age than Andrei Codrescu.   In our culture, in our literature, he is essential. -- Robert Olen Butler

WAKEFIELD is a hilarious - and yet grievously   sobering - road-trip told   by a maniac and signifying everything. Codrescu   made me laugh over and over again, while brilliantly excavating and   revealing the dark and absurd underbelly of our crazy global landscape. -- Ariel Dorfman

Perverse, romantic, profound, hilarious, cynical, moving, always surprising, and gorgeously written, "Wakefield" is hell-bent comic poetry, and the best kind   of fun: the sort that forever changes the way you look at the world, from   picayune details to the meaning of life. -- Elizabeth McCracken

A dazzling book ... the reader emerges at the end of the journey with laughter in his heart and a revitalized sense of the astonishing mysteries of everyday life in the here and now. -- Jonathan Raban

WAKEFIELD plucks you from the circumstances of everyday life and takes you on an exhilarating excursion through time and space, through   memory and imagination, and he introduces you to unforgettable characters obsessed with singular follies. -- Eric Kraft

Andrei Codrescu's WAKEFIELD is unremittingly coruscating and immensely subversive, in short, a brilliant comic novel that will give you a fresh look at the homeland. -- Jim Harrison

Andrei Codrescu has joined classical writers Tirso, Goethe, Hawthorne, and Borges as the contemporary master of devil covenants. Like Sinclair Lewis before him, his mainstreet reveals a wildly corrupt, entertaining, loony Odysseus on his picaresque jaunt through popular world culture. Most poignant and darkly compelling in Wakefield is his admixture of madness, cunning, and the ultimate metaphysical sorrow of his journey, worth it, for what alternative exists in a world of diabolical tricksters? Yet life prevails over death, over any pact, in this laughing encyclopedia of Wakefield's wanderings. -- Willis Barnstone

ON CASANOVA IN BOHEMIA:
From Publishers Weekly
Poet, novelist, essayist and much-admired NPR commentator Codrescu (The Blood Countess) offers a ribald history of the final years of the infamous satyr. The novel imagines Giacomo Casanova the son of an Italian actor, who began his career as a lifelong seducer of women when he was kicked out of the seminary for dallying with the nuns in the twilight of a lifetime flamboyantly checkered by peccadillo and achievement. Scarcely a year after escaping prison and still in his early 30s, he made and lost a fortune when he introduced the lottery in Paris. At the age of 60, under the nom de plume Chevalier de Seingalt, he assumes the post of librarian for Count Waldstein at Dux Castle in the kingdom of Bohemia. Arranged around an outline of European history from 1785 to the year of Casanova's death in 1798, his reminiscences evolve in a sequence of nightly visits by an intelligent, precocious and sexually agreeable maidservant, Laura Brock, and her younger protege, Libussa Moldau. Codrescu evokes (and takes liberties with) the historical events of the French Revolution and unblushingly drops the names of such icons as Franklin, Goethe, Mozart and Marie Antoinette into the mix. They are put to good, kinky use: Casanova so excites Laura with a story about an argument that he once had with Voltaire about poetry that she begins to lactate. Codrescu fans will enjoy this tongue-in-cheek patchwork of bawdy escapades.
Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information, Inc.

From Library Journal  
As in his earlier novel, The Blood Countess, Codrescu here brings to life a historical character, depicting Casanova the man, the myth, and his times. In the 1790s, Giacomo Casanova is an old man living at the castle of Count Waldstein at Dux near Prague and working as a cataloging librarian in the count's library. In conversations with a young woman servant he has befriended, he relates episodes from his past life as he finishes work on a fantasy novel titled Icosameron and begins writing his mammoth memoirs. Although Casanova is past his prime, sexual activity of various styles and combinations still seems to occur whenever he is around. Codrescu presents Casanova as representative of an old world order that is slipping away, as the ideas that gave rise to the American and French revolutions are radically changing the political, social, and cultural landscape of Europe. Though factually based, the novel also incorporates almost dreamlike meetings and philosophical discussions between Casanova and Goethe, Hegel, and even Sartre. Casanova is portrayed as a weakening but still forceful old man, full of warmth, humor, and intelligence. Very entertaining and well written, this novel is recommended for all libraries. Jim Coan, SUNY at Oneonta Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
 
From Kirkus Reviews  
Essayist, deadpan NPR raconteur, and too-infrequent novelist Codrescu (The Blood Countess, 1995, etc.) offers a comedic take on the life of Casanova. It's all very well being a legendary ladies' man, heralded all across Europe and doubtless on other continents as well for acts of shocking bravery in the pursuit of sexual conquests, but what happens when one such as Casanova grows old? Here we find the Chevalier de Seingalt ensconced in a remote Bohemian castle by the grace of his sponsor, Count Waldstein, who has retained Casanova to catalogue his immense library. Giving a mere fraction of his time to the Count's task, our hero is much more interested in getting on with his own writing and in telling stories. Fortunately for him, serving girl Laura Brock is fascinated by his tales and soon willing to take part in sexual escapades with other servant girls for his observation and enjoyment. As fully packed as the story is with tales of Casanova's historic trysts-including rendezvous with Venetian convent girls and the seduction of a 300-woman harem-it makes a point of illustrating just how exaggerated the Chevalier's already-impressive exploits had become even in his own lifetime. The plot is not much more than a thin rigging upon which Codrescu can hoist a multitude of erotic flashbacks, stories-within-stories, and commentaries on religion, philosophy, sex, and the changing tides of history in 18th-century Europe. While the author is obviously enamored of his subject, Codrescu never tries to make Casanova out to be more than he is (unlike, for example, Doug Wright's worshipful treatment of the Marquis de Sade in the play Quills). Though the narrative never turns a blind eye to the casual violence of its day, this is ultimately a fun and sexy romp through a libertine's freely fictionalized life. Consider it the bastard child of Anne Rice's erotica and Umberto Eco's philosophical meta-fiction. High-flying but somehow unpretentious prose, intellectual fireworks, and more steamy couplings than a shelf's worth of romance novels: altogether, a potent dose of high-literary eroticism.

ON AN INVOLUNTARY GENIUS IN AMERICA'S SHOES:

From Publishers Weekly
“The Algeresque story of how Andrei Perlmutter, a bright kid growing up in the Stalinist backwater of 1950s Romania, manages to vault himself into the heart of ’60s American counterculture as Andrei Codrescu, Transylvanian exotic and man of letters. . . . [Written] with enormous verve . . . it is not only a self-portrait of the future poet, travel writer, NPR broadcaster, [and] novelist but a thumbnail history of recent American literary bohemia.

ON POETRY:

"One of our most prodigiously talented and magical writers."
Bruce Shlain, New York Times Book Review.

"His command of language is superb, his writing beautifully original, and his insights piercing."
Frances Taliafero, Harper's.

"The writing is a celebration, a festive song of gratitude."
Stephen Kessler, San Francisco Review of Books.

"With humor and grace, wisdom and tenderness, Codrescu transforms the commonplace into the miraculous. His work is cause for celebration."
Kay Boyle

ON THE HOLE IN THE FLAG:

"A Panorama of life in post-revolutionary Romania...A work of great complexity and subtlety... Unsettling... Touching, painstakingly accurate...A gripping political detective story."
Alex Kozinski, The New York Times Book Review

"The most valuable work on political manipulation since Orwell's 1984... Codrescu peels layers of complexity from an important historical event to reveal the ghastly truths."
George Czicsery San Jose Mercury News

ON THE NPR COLLECTIONS:

"These sweet and sour satirical gems make for a fine filling between the fragments of our lives. One at a time or as a whole, they deliver a nice sense of completion and a large dash of laughter and insight -- a rare combination these days."
Spalding Gray

"This transplanted Transylvanian with the bateau-mouche moustache always manages (in his consideration of All Things) to create a craving for the subversive-- something that is much needed in these days of 'friendly fascism.' "
Lawrence Ferlinghetti

"Codrescu's essays remind us that brevity is the soul of wit and that imagination doesn't have to be swaddled in description. If parents, teachers, and politicians could imitate his style, the time savings alone would make our lives seem longer and certainly happier."
Max Apple

"Codrescu manages to be brilliant and insightful,tough and seductive about American culture..."
The New York Times Book Review.

ON ROAD SCHOLAR:

"Mr. Codrescu is the sort of writer who feels obliged to satirize and interplay with reality and not just catalogue impressions...it's a measure of talent..."
Francis X. Clines, The New York Times Book Review

"Codrescu is a wordsmith par excellence...a modern day DeTocqueville... a wry and whimsical, pungently idiosyncratic documentary."
Joe Leydon, The Los Angeles Times

"Codrescu's distinctive perspective makes the trip worth taking."
Variety

"Funny, exceptionally moving search for Whitman's America."
The Village Voice

"Codrescu is among the most astute contemporary observers of what William Carlos Williams called 'the American grain,' while simultaneously joining playwright Eugene Ionesco as one of Romania's great rememberers of dictatorial things past."
Houston Chronicle

"Mr. Codrescu, with the deadpan burlesque of a jaded outsider, rightfully assumes his place among the keener chroniclers of the American spirit, 1990s style. On film as on the radio, his work is defined by the tensions at play between humor and sentiment, between one-liners and aphorism, and between immigrant optimism and dissident cynicism."
The New York Times

ON THE BLOOD COUNTESS:

"An extraordinary work of fiction...The Blood Countess is hypnotic and lyrical, with both the concentrated poetic power of the great fairy tales and the playful expansiveness of postmodern fiction."
San Francisco Chronicle Book Review

"Beautifully written and meticulously researched...a book of high gothic drama"
Entertainment Weekly

"The Blood Countess offers stylish entertainment that starts on Page One...Codrescu is nervously alert for recurrent patterns of evil and its handmaiden, absolute authority."
R.Z. Sheppard in Time

ON A BAR IN BROOKLYN: NOVELLAS & STORIES 1970-1978:

"Codrescu’s voice is assured, funny as a jazz funeral and sharp as ammonia, nailing more virtuoso turns than a Formula One driver. His prose is so deadpan it goes through irony and comes out in some undiscovered place on the other side."
Diane Roberts in St. Petersburg Times

ON THE DEVIL NEVER SLEEPS:

"A charming rascal, Codrescu coos to his prey, lulling you into a kind of dreamy complicity before neatly slashing your throat."
Philip Martin in the Oxford American (March-April 2000)

"Codrescu, an urbanite Walter Benjamin with a sense of humor, remains a poet, a person who works ‘only at recognizing the awesomeness of the universe, which is a job, too’."
The Ft. Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel

ON THE EXQUISITE CORPSE ANTHOLOGIES:

"The best aspects of the spirit of the Beats lives on in this frequently sassy, salty, silly and ultimately satisfying experience."
Publishers’ Weekly, January 29, 2001

 

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