Gheorghita Carti | Niculina

In the landscape of contemporary Romanian literature, Niculina Gheorghiță is not merely a writer; she is a seismograph of the soul. Her books do not tell stories so much as they record frequencies —those quiet, trembling moments when daily life cracks open to reveal the abyss of memory, loss, and fierce resilience beneath.

To read Gheorghiță is to agree to look at the painful, beautiful, ordinary mess of being alive—and to find, in that precise cartography of the wound, a strange and lasting comfort. niculina gheorghita carti

Her later works have taken a sharp turn into the metaphysical, exploring the "archive of the self." She questions: If we burn all the letters and delete all the emails, does the love still exist? Her answer is hauntingly optimistic: it exists in the habit of the wound—the way your hand still reaches for a phantom hand in the dark. Her later works have taken a sharp turn