Venko Andonovski


Venko Andonovski is a Macedonian writer, essayist, critic and literary theorist.

Biography

Venko Andonovski graduated from the Faculty of Philology "Blaze Koneski" in Skopje. He holds a PhD in Philology and works as a professor at the Faculty of Philology "Blaze Koneski" in Skopje. Andonovski is a member of the PEN center. In 1990 he became a member of the Writers' Association of Macedonia.

Personal life

His brother Vedran Andonovski is a journalist and works for Voice of America in the United States.

Creativity

  • Poetry
  • *The gentle heart of the Barbarian
  • Short stories
  • *Quarter of liricharite
  • *Frescoes and grotesques
  • Novels
  • *Alphabet for the disobedient
  • *Navel of the World
  • *Witch
  • *Daughter of the mathematician / 33.33
  • Dramas
  • *Doomsday machine
  • *Riot in a retirement home
  • *Slavic Chest
  • *Black dolls
  • *Candide in Wonderland
  • *Cunegonde in Carlaland
  • *Border
  • *Saint of Darkness
  • *Lead pillow
  • Literary criticism
  • *Matoshe's bells
  • *The texts processes
  • *Structure of the Macedonian realistic novel
  • *Decryption

Screenwriting

Religion

In a 2008 interview for religious online portal Premin,
On journalist question:
Do you when creating your work have an ongoing "dialogue" with God in terms of person to a person or the dialogue goes down to silently standing before God and translating the experience in to this word?
Venko answered:

I Always remember how it was when writing the "Navel of the World." Three and a half years I have sketched and collected material. I stored it up a lot, but everything was scattered in notebooks and computer files. That year, sometime in September, entirely without a plan, someone started sorting those scattered files. Like it was creating a mosaic. It woke me up at three, four o'clock in the morning and I was getting to work. I've never gotten up without an alarm clock. Finally, I decided to go in solitude. I went to Berovo. Before I moved in the bungalow that I've rented I lit a candle in the Church "Virgin Mary". Then, in the next twelve days, I lost sense of day and night. I woke up when I had to write down what someone obviously wanted me to. It was like someone dictated it to me. How I enjoyed it, I of course, write it down, but with great anxiety and thought. It was not just a monologue. I asked a question, which then I had to answer it. The novel was finished and I returned two days earlier to Skopje.
I have enough years of experience to know that I did not write the novel myself, or just myself. Call it as you want - but I call it a blessing. Lord You at least held my hand, if I did not deserved more - my mind and heart, for example. In this I was convinced, though I always speak about this experience with anxiety, from fear that people who do not believe in anything except themselves - will make fun of me.
No great art comes without contact with the One and Indivisible, Almighty and Sublime. I do not only think it but also feel it the same.

Awards