I was born in the past millennium. Since then, I have been trying to become a leading lazy-bone. Instead, my fate took the opposite side. So, I keep toiling and laughing at me and the world in the same time. When very young, I sinned four times by publishing 4 futile poetry volumes. I had, then, a sudden recover and wrote a ferociously complicated book on Eminescu's theatre and poetry. Unfortunately, I didn't stop there. I produced a book of very literary essays, Homo Imprudens, and then a novel (Tender and Cool) about the crazy life in Romania of the last 20 years. And if nobody ties me down, I'll assemble another pile of paper on literary criticism this autumn. Subjects: young Romanian writers. Attitude: all fangs and grinders. When I resign from university, I won't write anymore - cross my heart and hope to die.