I’m Sorry for the Quiet… Good Luck Sleeps in a Fridge

Regarding the Gifts of F.J. Nanic – another bridge to sanity

Review by Grady Harp

F.J. Nanic, as the very talented in many areas my friend Faćo has decided to use as his pen name, was 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 F.J. Nanic has to say when he has had exposure to so many stations on the globe and the wild madness that peripatetic writers encounter.’

That intro may be old by now, but for those who have not had the absolute pleasure of reading the stories this itinerant busker/musician/composer/poet/writer has spun knowing his background illuminates his very special personality. I’M SORRY FOR THE QUIET…GOOD LUCK SLEEPS IN A FRIDGE is a collection of short stories: it is also a series of musings on how the world in which we live is functioning – with and without us – in its own warped cyberspace, drone-inclined, cookie-cutter ‘OMG. Awesome, LOL’ etc lingo. Faćo (sorry, it is tough to let that moniker go) not only has talent in writing, but he also has gut-level experience in philosophy about government dysfunction, substance abuse, relationships, dependence on Google, writing books in the present day, food fads, healthy eating and living, and solid appreciation for the comedy on life’s stage. He is at once insightful, hilarious, entertaining, and erudite – and has such a good time sharing his thoughts that he most likely will find himself in the company of the really read writers of today – Augustin Burroughs, Jonathan Safran Foer, Christopher Moore, Nick Hornby, Francesco Marciuliano et al.

But as usual, let the author speak for himself (in an excerpt from one of his stories): ‘Who is this guy? First he talks about singing, then sleeping in the street, sleeping in general, addiction, food, healthy living…It shows you we’re all here to live and learn, and for that we don’t necessarily need to go to school. It suffices to open our hearts, eyes and ears. Watch and listen. Try to retain some in the process.’ And elsewhere ‘I’m not writing this book to stir up another revolution, as we’re here to try and help each other survive and get by, and not die in another bloody war.’

Faćo lingers in the mind long after each story is ingested, digested, processed and ingrained in our psyches. Yes, he is funny, but he has a handle on contemporary life and philosophy that is up there with the best of them. On his way up….

ISBN: 9781490963211
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