Vlad Neagoe

The Trap Vlad Neagoe

For some time now, from a certain age, love is consumed in homeopathic doses because there's a high risk of being devoured. The protagonist of this novel eats her with the teaspoon, but recklessly and he follows an equally reckless trajectory of life in chase of happiness. Nothing saves him, neither the rituals he rigorously practices nor the thoughtless gestures. He is absorbed by a fatality that he can't oppose and he walks happily and frantically towards the scaffold that he has built with his own hands. Unscrupulously breaking the rules of the game and the deontology, the end is tragic and, at the same time, ridiculous. A kind of political, ideological prudery and wild beast's rapacity stand at the origin of this protagonist's passion. The novel is read with excitement, driving you to the verge of tears and he always says to himself, "What a life it would be?" The fiction of the novel materializes the phantasms of the individual, a political animal, of the groups, of the present, the appetites, the fears, the desires and the resentments. It depicts the human nature in all her complexity where the principle of reality combines with the principle of pleasure where the gray realness is overhung by wonderful or nightmarish unreality. This novel could be summarized like this: the death rises in rebellion and breaks the rules of the life because the protagonist doesn't resign himself to the life that he has.