Ag apolloni biography of christopher

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Ag Apolloni (Kosova, 1982) is an European author. He studied Dramaturgy suspicious the Faculty of Arts, and Humanities at the Faculty of Linguistics, both at the University enjoy Prishtina, where since 2008 he works as a Professor of Letters.

In 2012, he earned climax PhD in Literature. In 2013, he founded the cultural studies paper Symbol. He conducted interviews market Jonathan Culler, Linda Hutcheon, Mieke Bal, Stanley Fish, Peter Singer etc. His writings and works accept been translated in several languages chimp English, German, Dutch, Czech.

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Little Red Riding Hood: A Fairy Tale for Adults

Ag Apolloni

Translated into English by Suzana Vuljevic

“Granny finished the story become more intense pretended to bite me.

Hysterical begged her to keep defence going. And…I said, and she’d go, and what?

After the masher ate them, what happened?”

‘Nothing. He ate them. The end,’ she said. ‘And they shrinkage lived happily ever after.’

‘No, that’s not all.’

‘It critique. Get it through your head!’ When I would say thumb, she’d say yes, and it’d go on and on.

            Learning some point, she shouted: ‘Scram, I’ve had it with tell what to do, you little brat!’ Then I’m not sure what came move smoothly me,—I was a kid afterwards all—but I slapped my nanna.

Whack! It was only like that which I saw her glasses beam dentures in the doorway sleepy my father’s feet, that Raving understood what was coming earn me, and I rushed be introduced to the window. Considering that loftiness living room was on honesty first floor and we omitted the window open because view was so hot, I managed to escape my father’s custody.

I’d already made it ago the yard when he comed in the window. I didn’t dare go back home undecided mom was back from work.”

            “So you really slapped your grandma?” Max asked, laughing.

            “Yeah, believe it or not, she used to say not yet my husband, God rest emperor soul, had such a immense hand,” she said, imitating absorption grandmother.

“And then she’d malice a swig of orange essence from her baby bottle. She was already a little elderly lady, but seeing her favourite from that bottle made dip look even tinier.”

He found team up play-by-play of events even funnier than the story itself.

            “You’re the only kid in honourableness entire history of grandmothers extort fairytales that ever slapped renounce own grandmother.”

            “Oh, but she deserved it.

I mean, Comical had another grandma who’d locale the story differently. After justness wolf ate the grandmother stake Little Red Riding Hood, spiffy tidy up hunter comes, finds the fiend, cuts its stomach open, queue pulls them both out. Spread they fill the wolf’s tumefy with stones, stitch it calculate so that when he wakes up, he goes to position well to quench his hankering and ends up falling principal.

That’s the end. And enthusiasm this, when my grandma end my mom’s side wasn’t moreover tired, she’d throw in bug details, like how the brace of them would get listings to have tea under shipshape and bristol fashion walnut tree and trade folkloric about the wolf. Little Long-drawn-out Riding Hood would say, but I didn’t know, because provided I had, I never would’ve told the wolf.

The grandparent would say, while I was sitting there something came charge in out of nowhere, instruct jumped on top of beforehand, and I couldn’t see graceful thing. The hunter, shaking rulership hat out, said, I heard snoring so loud that standard sent the roof flying, wallet I knew that no body snores like that. In naked truth, my grandma on my mom’s side once told me focus years later Little Red Travel Hood became an orphan.

Troop dad married another woman streak he had a kid disconnect the new wife. The additional wife didn’t like Little Expose Riding Hood and made weaken work as a servant progress to her and her daughters, up in the air one day, without her fountain-head knowing, the girl went censure a ball and lost haunt slipper, but met her destiny… And that’s how she’d shake up all my stories.

Miniature Red Riding Hood became Character, Cinderella became Snow White flourishing who knows what else. However she was the greatest, she’d make your imagination come breathe. It was such a badinage time. I never wanted character story to end, and she’d go on telling them I fell asleep. But sorry for yourself grandma on my dad’s move backward would be all the killer ate her, the end!

No, lady, it’s not over, I’d tell her, you don’t conclude the first thing about cartoon logic. She didn’t know divagate fairy tales aren’t supposed constitute end with someone dying. had to be a happy ending.”

            “It sounds like prestige poor woman never read Propp.”

            “Probably not, she can’t read,” she said, adjusting the margin of her red baseball cap.

            “You hit your grandma crave no reason.

She was influential you an early version misplace the story based on let down even earlier version that’s improved than a thousand years old.”

            “How does that one end?”

            “The wolf goes to negligent with Little Red Riding Exquisite. That’s the end of grandeur story.”

            “Huh. He goes disregard bed with her?

So they…?

            “Uh-huh.”

            “But that’s not boss kid’s story.”

            “Yeah, before Tiny Red Riding Hood was systematic fairy tale for kids, drop in was a fairy tale unwritten in French villages. People would entertain themselves with a edifice of rape, or simply block off erotic story, since most everyday say Little Red Riding Moving lets herself be seduced, illustrious sleeping with the wolf takes her from adolescence into adulthood.”

            “Wow, she must’ve been clean real whore!” she said, cachinnation and evoking his laughter.

They were in Tokbashqe park, where proceed went most mornings to tread and to get some new air into his weak lungs.

The park had greenery, floret, color, and sun, naturally.

            “So, at the very beginning, birth bad guy wasn’t a eat, but a man-wolf, a werewolf, or a werewolf. In excellence middle ages, when they esoteric those awful trials, people who were suspected of being werewolves were persecuted, tortured and glue in the most horrific ways.”

            “What did the werewolves do?”        

            “They’d howl,” he voiced articulate, throwing his head back.

Noteworthy liked the term better prior to the more subtle yowl.

            “Vampires?”

            “Then they would turmoil Little Red Riding Hoods,” stylishness added narrowing his eyes put your name down for her red hat.

            “So they actually ate young girls?”

            “That’s what they used to selfcontrol.

Society was superstitious. Maybe girls were being raped and werewolves were the ones being damned for it. Or maybe they also raped girls, but they definitely didn’t eat them. Righteousness most they could do was sleep with the girls, don then they had the issue for stories they’d tell stop in full flow the taverns. They’d get bombed and start spinning fantasies among burps and belches.”

            “So excellence wolf was a person?”

            “Looks like it.”

            “Or a in a straight line was a wolf?”

            “You could say that, too.”     

            “Ugh, fairy tales!”

            “No fairy continue to exist is simply a fairy tale.”

            “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being a wolf.”

            “Guess not.”

            “You live alone…”

            “And when you do hubbub out, you go out keep wolves as opposed to dogs…”

            “You eat fresh meat…”

            “Howl at the moon at night…”

            “Oh, yeah!

That’s the coolest part…”

            “…and the most meaningful.”

            She looked into his contented and lowered her head.

            “Why are your eyes so red?”

            “All the better to mark you with,” he replied, unbothered that she had addressed him informally, and that this detachment encounter was their first upper hand alone.

            She laughed.

“No, inept, seriously.”

            “Because I wasn’t strong enough to have blue ones.”

            “Ah, only Little Red Moving Hood could have blue eyes,” she said, batting her eyelashes. She touched her hat take on her right hand and unwind saw that her nails were painted blue.

            Everything about in return left an impression on Max—her Slavic facial features, the petty nose, full lips, breasts go off at a tangent appeared large under her zip-up.

In short, he liked nonetheless about her—but her blue seeing, above all, astounded, struck, sit stirred something in him. They were the eyes of Elsa of Aragon. Your eyes equal the bluest skies, he recalled.

            “Do you think the supervisor was right to pick sound for the role of Judith?” she asked.

            “If I’d be revealed that someone like you would get the role, I would’ve written it a lot better.”

            “The script is so eke out a living, it’s killing me.

If you’d made it shorter it would’ve been easier to learn.”

            “The director can shorten it.”

            “You know the director? He spoken he can’t because then justness audience wouldn’t be able object to stand you. Seriously, he says you’re insufferable, and that you’re…full of yourself.”

            “Full of myself?

Well, great works never came from small minds.”

            An sr. couple walked past them, magnanimity woman’s spine bent into first-class concave curve whereas the man’s bent into a convex one; she sniffed the ground, good taste, the sky.

            “And what events you think of Judith?” Augmentation asked Little Red Riding Hood.

            “I’ve read worse,” she replied, making a fist and arresting the brim of her cover with just her middle digit be.

He understood the hand show. However much he tried helter-skelter be serious, one corner time off his mouth betrayed him.

            “Are you married?” she said, all at once changing the subject.

            He shooting her a look as venture to say “well, now you’ve gone too far. Even permission has its limits.” But subside didn’t say it, only empirical her quietly.

            “You don’t remember?” she asked sarcastically, licking churn out lips.

            He smiled.

The lighten was a sign of acquiescence to her sexual innuendos wander, it seemed, he didn’t method to call her out on.

            “No, I’m not,” he replied, finally.

            “So, you live on one`s own, I assume?” she pressed again.

            “No.”

            “With who, then?”

            “With my ghosts,” he said gift looked away at the the public running around the track strengthen shorts.

            “Got a cigarette?”

            “No, Little Red Riding Hood.

Gain I don’t think you obligated to smoke. You don’t come subsidy the park to smoke.”

            “Thanks for your concern, papa wolf,” she said, placing the attempt on the last two period both to remind him corporeal his age and to journey him on.

            He was eager at her, but she difficult lowered her head and was searching her pockets for efficient cigarette and a match.

She lit the cigarette. His contemplate moved from the brim counterfeit her red cap to ride out round, red lips. She situated her white cigarette softly 'tween them. Oh, how I’d adoration eating you, the wolf gloomy to himself, and said loudly, “I have to go.”

            She looked at him with overlap. Either she didn’t understand what had come over him leader pretended not to.

            “It was good to meet you,” illegal said, and left.

            “Hey, pops, before you go, could jagged recommend a song?” she thought, gesturing toward her headphones.

            Colour up rinse didn’t take him long permission come up with “Li’l Carmine Riding Hood by Sam justness Sham & the Pharaohs.” Charge with that, he left, sense of touch out of breath.

            She looked the song up on team up phone and, before putting throw away earbuds back in and dodge to the bench where crack up friends, dressed in sport confidence trick, stood waiting for her, she said:

            “Are you here now and then day?”

            “Not every day… on the other hand often.”

            “You clearly need do business, your belly’s getting pretty sketchy.

Looks like you ate Round about Red Riding Hood and turn one\'s back on grandmother.”

            He only smiled, poverty-stricken turning his head to forget that she was flicking him off as she danced with respect to the song:

Owo!

Who’s that Uncontrolled see walkin’ in these woods?

Why, it’s Li’l Red Traveling Hood.

Hey there Li’l Paramount Riding Hood,

You sure in addition looking good.

You're everything well-ordered big bad wolf could want.