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.’ Continue reading

Street Waltzing

The wholly unique Faćo: Busking through the world with F.J. Nanic

Review by Grady Harp

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.’ Continue reading

Street Waltzing with Falling Clouds

The wholly unique Faćo: Busking through the world with F.J. Nanic

Review by Grady Harp

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. Continue reading