Street Waltzing F J Nanic 9781482780062 Books
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"Untrained in elbowing my way stiff-necked through the crowd, I became a street savvy Good Samaritan. The two that were mutually exclusive dwelled in me coexisting, without needing more elbowroom. Magdalene was different. She was a Greenpeace role model. A positive change through action. All about defending the natural world and peace, saving African penguins, still needing her elbowroom. It turned out to be an essential Dutch complex about seeking to claim more land from the sea. It supplemented their blood diamond trade. I was yet to discover that beauty comes from inside and that some symmetric faces turn out to be pitiless, as if they were Venetian carnival masks. The key was the window to the soul. Some eyes still spoke the universal language of Adam and Eve. Unaware, some had it hidden in their genes, as they caused fatal attractions around the world, throwing it off its balance...Maybe it was also due to an emancipated attempt to create an ability to act at one’s own discretion. Hardly anywhere else in the world was one free to walk into a coffee shop and pick a pre-rolled joint. They had a whole catalogue à la carte to choose from. Pakistani, Afghani Hush, Dutch Weed, Aunt Mary, you name it. Five Guilders a piece." Carried away, Faco neglects the opportunity to meet Ray Charles in Amsterdam. He hangs out with Ray's guitar player, Ken, showing him around instead. It's a poignant story that will connect with diverse audiences on multiple levels, as Faco embarks on a musical journey, venturing across three continents, and eventually winding up in Australia. Finding odd jobs to survive, he also plays music and sings on trains and busy street corners. Meanwhile, the war in Bosnia breaks out. He becomes a nomad in search for answers to the ancient East-West strife that burns deep within. Instead of returning to his birthplace, Faco homes in on the truth in his search of peace. "Could anything so rich in descriptive prose and so completely without self pity when a little self pity would be more than appropriate - could this have happened?" Grady Harp, LITERARY AFICIONADO
Street Waltzing F J Nanic 9781482780062 Books
Words said once, if not heard, bear repeating. After reading another of his books, this reviewer wrote, `Born in Sarajevo, lived and worked in France, America, New Zealand, and Australia. Following his teenage desire to busk his way around Europe, he winds up in Munich, Stuttgart, Aarhus, Amsterdam, Liege, Zurich, Lausanne... When the war in his country broke out, he was studying in Paris. In Laval, he worked with the ex-prisoners of the concentration camps in Omarska and Manjaca liberated by the Red Cross. After their integration, he joined his family in America. He continued on to Australia, as far as the east is from the west...' How could we not be interested in what FJ Nanic has to say when he has had exposure to so many stations on the globe and the wild madness that peripatetic writers encounter.'And yet even after reading other works by this troubadour there is no getting to know him as well as reading and living in the streets of Amsterdam and other travels that STREET WALTZING offers. This is a strange book, initially about Faćo and his time as a busker in Amsterdam, living in the streets, making enough money for food and other essentials by singing on trains, in front of museums or libraries or cathedrals or any place that allowed enough space to sing and have one of his passing friends pass the hat to collect coins. He encounters the aspects that make Amsterdam so different than the rest of the world, a microcosm of hideaways and drugs and peoples who have run away form other countries bringing with them little but foreign tongues. This story, once we are caught up in the thing written in words both poetic and philosophic, entwined in music and bad luck with women, surviving the elements of seasonal changes in a country maladapted to same - this story becomes a memoir, possibly. But then we must ask, could anything so rich in descriptive prose and so completely without self pity when a little self pity would be more than appropriate - could this have happened? Or was it dreamed like the dreams he shares with frightened artists who turn his imagined stories into paintings, claiming self inspiration or dislodged in homeless nights on the streets, living with other souls who seem to have stopped longing for something more? And who really are Tom, Katherine, Kaya, Magdalene, Lubjo and Anieke?
Quite honestly, I don't know. But what is real is the depth of talent FJ Faćo Nanic owns. Aside from the fascination of learning about his time not only in Amsterdam but his travels abroad and the way that this displaced man from Yugoslavia somehow makes sense of the world. He is indeed a singer and musician (as well as a songwriter, brilliant photographer, medical interpreter, language instructor for Berlitz, etc) and continues to make records and publish portfolios of images of peoples of the world, places he has settled for even a moment to absorb life as it is lived in the places he chooses to visit.
About his music, it has been written, `All the moss that he gathered, rolling like a stone around the world, reflects upon his melodies that also have roots in love songs centuries old. Faćo's original music is known for his combination of powerful, resonant vocals, masterful guitar work, lyrics that haunt you and melodies that draw on his depth of international experience and resources. It's the blues, but you can feel the seasoning from widespread and spicy influences His work is catchy to listen to the first time through and it stays interesting with repetition. While Faćo's work is nuanced with the European background, his foundation is in the roots of rock and roll and blues--you sit up and take notice, you just can't help yourself: it's that kind of sound.'
And yet this can write about the atmosphere that surrounds him throughout this novel, and some bears quoting: `The key was the window to the soul. Some eyes still spoke the universal language of Adam and Eve. Unaware, some had it hidden in their genes. They caused fatal attractions around the world throwing it off its balance. The aware ones were either good or bad, or both. It sounds like a cliché. Nowadays it's all mixed up. The hieroglyphic language is lost in translation. Beautiful is misunderstood and turned into plastic entertaining amusement at the rich cocktail parties. Driven by cosmetic beliefs and arguments that completely ignore what's written in the stars, the renaissance beauty tricks the renaissance men into thinking they fathered a new age.' Or a parcel when he quotes others - `Hunter S. Thompson said "sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex." The same went for life.'
Faćo can `identify the dominant note in a flushing toilet.' And perhaps therein lies the secret: though he communicates with great power and love, he leaves us wondering where the rest is. This reviewer for one will search. Grady Harp
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Street Waltzing F J Nanic 9781482780062 Books Reviews
Words said once, if not heard, bear repeating. After reading another of his books, this reviewer wrote, `Born in Sarajevo, lived and worked in France, America, New Zealand, and Australia. Following his teenage desire to busk his way around Europe, he winds up in Munich, Stuttgart, Aarhus, Amsterdam, Liege, Zurich, Lausanne... When the war in his country broke out, he was studying in Paris. In Laval, he worked with the ex-prisoners of the concentration camps in Omarska and Manjaca liberated by the Red Cross. After their integration, he joined his family in America. He continued on to Australia, as far as the east is from the west...' How could we not be interested in what FJ Nanic has to say when he has had exposure to so many stations on the globe and the wild madness that peripatetic writers encounter.'
And yet even after reading other works by this troubadour there is no getting to know him as well as reading and living in the streets of Amsterdam and other travels that STREET WALTZING offers. This is a strange book, initially about Faćo and his time as a busker in Amsterdam, living in the streets, making enough money for food and other essentials by singing on trains, in front of museums or libraries or cathedrals or any place that allowed enough space to sing and have one of his passing friends pass the hat to collect coins. He encounters the aspects that make Amsterdam so different than the rest of the world, a microcosm of hideaways and drugs and peoples who have run away form other countries bringing with them little but foreign tongues. This story, once we are caught up in the thing written in words both poetic and philosophic, entwined in music and bad luck with women, surviving the elements of seasonal changes in a country maladapted to same - this story becomes a memoir, possibly. But then we must ask, could anything so rich in descriptive prose and so completely without self pity when a little self pity would be more than appropriate - could this have happened? Or was it dreamed like the dreams he shares with frightened artists who turn his imagined stories into paintings, claiming self inspiration or dislodged in homeless nights on the streets, living with other souls who seem to have stopped longing for something more? And who really are Tom, Katherine, Kaya, Magdalene, Lubjo and Anieke?
Quite honestly, I don't know. But what is real is the depth of talent FJ Faćo Nanic owns. Aside from the fascination of learning about his time not only in Amsterdam but his travels abroad and the way that this displaced man from Yugoslavia somehow makes sense of the world. He is indeed a singer and musician (as well as a songwriter, brilliant photographer, medical interpreter, language instructor for Berlitz, etc) and continues to make records and publish portfolios of images of peoples of the world, places he has settled for even a moment to absorb life as it is lived in the places he chooses to visit.
About his music, it has been written, `All the moss that he gathered, rolling like a stone around the world, reflects upon his melodies that also have roots in love songs centuries old. Faćo's original music is known for his combination of powerful, resonant vocals, masterful guitar work, lyrics that haunt you and melodies that draw on his depth of international experience and resources. It's the blues, but you can feel the seasoning from widespread and spicy influences His work is catchy to listen to the first time through and it stays interesting with repetition. While Faćo's work is nuanced with the European background, his foundation is in the roots of rock and roll and blues--you sit up and take notice, you just can't help yourself it's that kind of sound.'
And yet this can write about the atmosphere that surrounds him throughout this novel, and some bears quoting `The key was the window to the soul. Some eyes still spoke the universal language of Adam and Eve. Unaware, some had it hidden in their genes. They caused fatal attractions around the world throwing it off its balance. The aware ones were either good or bad, or both. It sounds like a cliché. Nowadays it's all mixed up. The hieroglyphic language is lost in translation. Beautiful is misunderstood and turned into plastic entertaining amusement at the rich cocktail parties. Driven by cosmetic beliefs and arguments that completely ignore what's written in the stars, the renaissance beauty tricks the renaissance men into thinking they fathered a new age.' Or a parcel when he quotes others - `Hunter S. Thompson said "sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex." The same went for life.'
Faćo can `identify the dominant note in a flushing toilet.' And perhaps therein lies the secret though he communicates with great power and love, he leaves us wondering where the rest is. This reviewer for one will search. Grady Harp
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