Friday, April 8, 2016

Cathy Nolan Vincevic (MAG)

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

a review of sorts..

RosePetal: I finished reading your book lilac* I would think a lot of people on the path of self awareness will have memories of childhood that needs emotional balancing, so there is no charge left to things said or physically done... and the mention of blank pages, wouldnt that be the norm? as in how can you remember every single day, I would be flat out writing what I did every day for 2 weeks
RosePetal: I know when I started looking at my Self, my issues...it was in the rebirthing community, via spiritual psychology and bodywork...
RosePetal: 'there is always someOne worse off, and there is always someOne better off'
RosePetal: it did help I could talk with my Mum and Dad about lots of childhood happenings...my Mum even got into rebirthing, learning reiki and reflexology...so we can talk, oh dont get me wrong, we pee each other off heaps, too much alike in lots of ways...
RosePetal: I do think I have way more patience, I guess 2 years in a Nursing Home has accentuated that, I appreciate the time I am having with her, well aware that life can end any time....oh well that is a given, an obvious isnt it...I am hardly spouting eurekas *G* as you well know
RosePetal: on rereading...anyOne/everyOne would need emotional balancing from childhood upbringings...ignorance might seem like bliss, sometimes when you 'know' what is going on, it can get more angsty if you fret and question endlessly...oh I figure you know what I am meaning?? lol
lilac: sort of! *G* not the whole thing but I got enough of it! Thank you for reading my book.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The Tiki Room @ MOBIUS

boston's artist-run center for experimental work in all media
mobius events


The Tiki Room @mobius
Cathy Nolan Vincevic (MAG)

Oct 2, 2009 to Oct 10, 2009

Boston

$10

Cathy Nolan Vincevic M.A. (MAG)

On October 2 and 3rd, @8pm and October 9 and 10th @8pm

presents at Mobius:

The Tiki Room

an interactive performance based on her book: The Tiki Room

Your memoir is achingly beautiful, exquisitely written, and handled with such deftness and depth, it most certainly demonstrates patient self-reflection, mastery of craft and form as well as a literary tenderness. At times the level of remembered detail, the sensory, the natural world---and your ability to find a language capable of containing your internal landscape, in sentences which flow as naturally as breath, is quite stunning. I am in admiration of your work. I am in admiration of your life... Moreover, I admire your courage for reflecting on your family's intergenerational legacies of abandonment and child abuse, even as such introspection threatens to un-moor your introject, your deeply satisfying childhood experiences of being loved, safe, cherished, happy and secure in the presence of your grandparents... Is there a sense of accretion in spite of the gaps, a kind of returning again and again to the brink again and again only to find that the tide is receding and one can walk further and further over once impassable terrain, that somehow a land-bridge is emerging?
--- Nehassaiu DeGhannes

I'm devouring your book! Your writing is so lyrical. I'm swept up in it. I'm grateful for your Nana, I'm recalling many safe moments with my own Grammy.
--- Sherri


Toby Henry
Review date: 11/21/2008

One of the most startling readings of the night came from former Boston-area performance artist Cathy Vincevic who read a portion of her book "The Tiki Room," a novel that she described as a look into the circumstances under which dictators perpetrate genocide. Like many other readers that night, Vincevic's story started out with an autobiographical tone, and she described a scene apparently set in her childhood.
ADMISSION $10.00 at the door.

Books available for purchase after the event.




DONATE TO
MOBIUS
mobius ::: 725 Harrison Avenue, Suite One, Boston MA 02118 ::: 617.638.0020 ::: info@mobius.org
Get on the Mobius Mailing List ::: For complete funding info click here

Review

I'm devouring your book! Your writing is so lyrical. I'm swept up in it. I'm grateful for your Nana, I'm recalling many safe moments with my own Grammy.
--- Sherri

Toby Henry Review date: 11/21/2008

One of the most startling readings of the night came from former Boston-area performance artist Cathy Vincevic who read a portion of her book "The Tiki Room," a novel that she described as a look into the circumstances under which dictators perpetrate genocide.

Like many other readers that night, Vincevic's story started out with an autobiographical tone, and she described a scene apparently set in her childhood some three decades earlier as she lost a coin on her way to a country store in Candia.

But this bucolic vignette vanishes like smoke as Vincevic segues the story sharply into her first trip to Bosnia where she is confronted by "bullet, bullet, bullet everywhere" and witnesses scenes of Holocaust-type intensity. Vincevic read ...the chapter as an example of her novel, in which she said similar pastoral vignettes are intertwined among heavier observations of inhumanity.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

BUY THE BOOK HERE

http://authortree.com/

I make the most money this way...

THANK YOU!

Welcome To the Tiki Room!

Your memoir is achingly beautiful, exquisitely written, and handled with such deftness and depth, it most certainly demonstrates patient self-reflection, mastery of craft and form as well as a literary tenderness. At times the level of remembered detail, the sensory, the natural world---and your ability to find a language capable of containing your internal landscape, in sentences which flow as naturally as breath, is quite stunning. I am in admiration of your work. I am in admiration of your life... Moreover, I admire your courage for reflecting on your family's intergenerational legacies of abandonment and child abuse, even as such introspection threatens to un-moor your introject, your deeply satisfying childhood experiences of being loved, safe, cherished, happy and secure in the presence of your grandparents... Is there a sense of accretion in spite of the gaps, a kind of returning again and again to the brink again and again only to find that the tide is receding and one can walk further and further over once impassable terrain, that somehow a land-bridge is emerging?
--- Nehassaiu DeGhannes