Dritëro AGOLLI
BIOGRAPHY

Dritëro Agolli (b. 1931) is a writer who has had
a far from negligible influence on the course of contemporary
literature. He was head of the Albanian Union of Writers and
Artists from the purge of Fadil Paçrami and Todi Lubonja
at the Fourth Plenary Session in 1973 until 1992. Agolli was
born to a peasant family in Menkulas in the Devoll region near
Korça and finished secondary school in Gjirokastra in
1952. He later continued his studies at the Faculty of Arts of
the University of Leningrad and took up journalism upon his return
to Albania, working for the daily newspaper Zëri i Popullit
(The Peoples Voice) for fifteen years. Agolli not only
served as president of the Writers Union from 1973 to his
retirement on 31 January 1992, but was also a deputy in the Peoples
Assembly.
Agolli first attained success as a poet of the soil. His early
verse collections Në rrugë dolla, Tirana 1958
(I went out on the street), Hapat e mija në asfalt,
Tirana 1961 (My steps on the pavement), and Shtigje malesh
dhe trotuare, Tirana 1965 (Mountain paths and sidewalks),
introduced him to the reading public as a sincere and gifted
lyric poet of the soil and demonstrated masterful verse technique.
An attachment to his roots came to form the basis of his poetic
credo.
Agolli delights in earthy rhymes and unusual figures of speech.
His fresh, clear and direct verse, coloured with the warm foaming
milk of brown cows in the agricultural co-operatives, with ears
of ripening corn in the Devoll valley and with the dark furrows
of tilled soil, has lost none of the bucolic focus which remained
the poets strength, and one which he cultivates consciously.
Over the years, Agolli has advanced and managed to remain
true to himself and to his readers despite the vicissitudes of
public life. In the volume Pelegrini i vonuar, Tirana
1993 (The belated pilgrim), his first book ever written without
an eye to the invisible censor, we encounter a new chapter, not
only in the life of the poet, but also in the struggle of his
people for survival. Agolli confesses in a postscript: "For
poets of my generation, an age of disappointments and dilemmas
has dawned, an age in which to re-evaluate what we produced,
without forgetting or denying those fair and humane values we
brought forth. But the fortress of ideas and ideals which we
believed in, some of us completely, others partially, has all
but collapsed, and in its walls burn the fires of our dreams.
Those fires have awakened a different type of verse..."
Dritëro Agolli has been exceptionally productive in recent
years, with numerous well-received verse collections: Lypësi
i kohës, Tirana 1995 (The time beggar), Shpirti i
gjyshërve, Tirana 1996 (The spirit of our forefathers),
Vjen njeriu i çuditshëm, Tirana 1996 (The
strange man approaches), Baladë për tim atë
dhe për vete, Tirana 1997 (Ballad for my father and
myself), Fletorka e mesnatës, Tirana 1998 (Midnight
notebook), and Kambana e largët, Tirana 1998 (The
distant bell).
As a prose writer, Agolli first made a name for himself with
the novel Komisari Memo, Tirana 1970 (Commissar Memo),
originally conceived as a short story. This didactic novel with
a clear social and political message was translated into English
as The bronze bust, Tirana 1975.
Agollis second novel, Njeriu me top, Tirana 1975
(The man with a cannon), translated into English as The man
with the gun, Tirana 1983, takes up the partisan theme from
a different angle and with a somewhat more subtle approach.
After these two rather conformist novels of partisan heroism,
the standard theme encouraged by the party, Agolli produced a
far more interesting work, his satirical Shkëlqimi dhe
rënja e shokut Zylo, Tirana 1973 (The splendour and
fall of comrade Zylo), which has proved to be his claim to fame.
Comrade Zylo is the epitome of the well-meaning but incompetent
apparatchik, director of an obscure government cultural
affairs department. His pathetic vanity, his quixotic fervour,
his grotesque public behaviour, in short his splendour and fall,
are all recorded in ironic detail by his hard-working and more
astute subordinate and friend Demkë who serves as a neutral
observer. Comrade Zylo is a universal figure, a character to
be found in any society or age, and critics have been quick to
draw parallels ranging from Daniel Defoe and Nikolay Gogols
Revizor to Franz Kafka and Milan Kunderas Zert.
But it is doubtless the Eastern European reader who will best
appreciate all the subtleties of the novel. Shkëlqimi
dhe rënja e shokut Zylo first appeared in 1972 in the
Tirana satirical journal Hosteni (The goad) and was published
the following year in monograph form.
All in all, Agollis strength in prose lies in the short
story rather than in the novel. Sixteen of his short stories
were published in English in the volume: Short stories,
Tirana 1985. One early collection of tales, the 213-page Zhurma
e ererave të dikurshme, Tirana 1964 (The noise of winds
of the past), had the distinction of being banned and turned
into cardboard. The author was accused of Soviet revisionism
at a time when the party had called for more (Maoist) revolutionary
concepts in literature and greater devotion to the working masses.
Though Agolli was a leading figure in the communist nomenclature,
he remained a highly respected pillar of public and literary
life after the fall of the dictatorship, and is still one the
most widely read authors in Albania. In the early 1990s, he was
active for several years as a member of parliament for the Socialist
Party of Albania. He also founded his own Dritëro
Publishing Company by means of which he has been able to publish
many new volumes of prose and poetry, and make a major impact
on literary and intellectual life in the country. Among recent
volumes of prose are: the short story collection Njerëz
të krisur, Tirana 1995 (Insane people); the novels Kalorësi
lakuriq, Tirana 1996 (The naked horseman) and in particular
the volume Arka e djallit, Tirana 1997 (The devils
box).
Dritëro Agolli has been a prolific writer throughout
the nineties, a rare voice of humanity and sincerity in Albanian
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