Knjiga koja udara direktno u glavu snagom i brzinom pank-rok pesme.

Objavljen istovremeno u Hrvatskoj i Srbiji pre citavih petnaest godina, prvi roman Vedrane Rudan na spektakularan nacin predstavio je književnoj publici ovu idiosinkraticnu i izuzetno popularnu spisateljicu. Knjiga koja udara direktno u glavu snagom i brzinom pank-rok pesme postala je instant-bestseler u regionu, a jedinstven književni glas Vedrane Rudan nešto je po cemu je sve do danas poznata, voljena i citana, premda i precesto osporavana.

Neobicna junakinja i naratorka ovog kratkog i ubitacnog romana je istinska autsajderka nad svim autsajderima, antiheroina po definiciji, usamljena žena u pedesetim godinama života. Tonka Babic, vrsta Vedraninog alter-ega, leži u krevetu pred televizorom i, proždiruci ogromne kolicine omiljene cokolade dorina, iz stranice u stranicu ove hiperdinamicne proze u glave citalaca uliva ogromne kolicine vitriola, sirove energije i urnebesnog humora. Ali takode, što je svakako najvažnije, istine.

A istina koja nas je zatekla na stranicama prvenca Vedrane Rudan od one je vrste koja može biti izgovorena jedino u dahu, bez pauze, te bez najmanje dlake na jeziku. Sve o cemu Tonka Babic / Vedrana Rudan u knjizi Uho, grlo, nož govori, brblja, tracari, vrišti, preti, upozorava i svedoci ostalo je, nažalost, relevantno do današnjih dana.

Stoga valja nam mnogo puta iznova citati ovaj kratak, ubitacan i urnebesno zabavan roman. Pored toliko toga drugog, on nam uverljivo dokazuje da, eto, ponekad izuzetan komercijalni uspeh i visok književni kvalitet žive u srecnoj harmoniji.

There is something to be said for the contrarian spirit in literature, but without context, lyricism or reason, it can become exploitive spite. This 200-page monolog was static, unjustifiable, vapid, in poor taste, without aesthetic merit, a series of unsubtle political statements without accompanying viewpoints, and a mean-spirited rant. For instance, if one is outraged at the presence of Serbs in Croatia, and one is going to tell the reader this on nearly every page, wouldn't it be prudent to provide a reason, even if that reason is personal and biased? Reasons might be discerned at a few key points, but not early on, when they would aid the American reader most.

If you enjoy unfiltered diaries with a hint of dark, crude humor this novel might click for you. I could attach hundreds of descriptors and epithets to this book, none of them flattering, but suffice it to say that it did not advocate itself as a worthy use of my time.

I read 64 pages and utilized speed-reading for the latter half. ( )