Doina
Ruști

Born in February

There’s something both restless and tender about writers born beneath the snow. February seems to bind them through a pale light and a constant curiosity — half dream, half clarity. This “aquatic kinship” came alive again while reading the Libris.ro feature Writers to Infinity, where I recognized part of my literary family. (2025-11-08)
Born in February - Doina Ruști

A few days ago, I reread the article on Libris.ro — Writers to Infinity, dedicated to authors born in February.
I liked its free, playful tone, and the way it searched for invisible threads between very different writers, linked only by their birth month — around which, as it turns out, a whole mythology has gathered. Hence the idea that February favors imagination and restlessness.

Perhaps Aquarians really are called by the waters.
In my case, I’ve always felt that pull: from the river that divides the world in Ferenike, to the Dâmbovița River flowing through my Phanariot Trilogy.

Water, for me, is a living character — a spirit that separates and unites, that brings revelations and illusions.

Reading the article on Libris, I recognized a whole family of affinities among the writers mentioned there, and I remembered my own encounters with them.
I feel close to James Joyce, who has been my model since my student years, through his linguistic imagination and the epic gallery within every word.
Chuck Palahniuk connects with me through a shared fascination with the bizarre, while Michel Houellebecq feels like a brother in the poetics of territory — in those mental spaces where characters lose and reinvent themselves.

I once appeared alongside him in a literary ranking: Magyar Nemzet published a list of the most important books released in Hungary in 2015, where Lizoanca at the Age of Eleven was mentioned next to writers such as Michel HouellebecqAttila Bartis etc.  

But with writers born in February, I share something subtler — a certain kind of perception, a dreamlike sensitivity typical of beings born beneath the snow.
There is, I believe, an aquatic philosophy of existence, a perpetual curiosity.
Especially mid-February seems to me a time for delving, for searching through hidden layers.

Aquarians live between two shores — and perhaps that is why their literature always seeks bridges between dream and lucidity, between memory and hallucination.

📖 The full article, published on Libris, can be read here:
Libris.ro – Writers to Infinity, February 2022

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