De Roemeense schrijfster Liliana Corobca werd geboren op 10 oktober 1975, in het dorp Săseni, raion Călărași, Sovjet Socialistische Republiek Moldavië. Zij studeerde in de periode 1992 – 1997 letteren aan de Staatsuniversiteit in Chișinău en promoveerde in 2001 aan de Universiteit van Boekarest tot doctor in de letteren. Zij was wetenschappelijk onderzoekster aan het Instituut voor Geschiedenis en Literaire Theorie “G. Calinescu” in Boekarest (2002-2011). Corobca debuteerde met de roman “Negrissimo” in 2003, die werd bekroond met de Literara Prometheus-prijs voor literaire debuten in Roemenië en met een prijs van de Moldavische Schrijversunie. Haar proefschrift “The Character in de Romanian Inter War Novel” werd in 2003 gepubliceerd door de Universiteit van Boekarest. Haar roman “Un an în Paradis” (“Een jaar in het paradijs”) uit 2005 is vertaald in het Italiaans en het Duits. Haar roman “Kinderland” uit 2013 werd vertaald in het Duits en het Sloveens en was een bestseller op de Bookfest Book Fair 2013 en werd eveneens met prijzen bekroond.. Zij schreef een theatrale monoloog in drie akten: “Censorship for Beginners” (2014) en publiceerde wetenschappelijke publicaties over censuur tijdens de communistische periode. In 2014 vertegenwoordigde zij Roemenië op het Internationaal Literair Festival van Slovenië, het Internationaal Literatuurfestival in Leukerbad en de Frankfurter Buchmesse. In 2015 verscheen de roman “Imperiul fetelor batrine” (“Het rijk van oude meisjes”)

Uit: The Empire of Old Maids (Vertaald door Alistair Ian Blyth)

“There are countless ways of winning yourself a man. Mariana liked Sergiu and kept turning up in his room, cooking for him, letting her hair ripple, strategically unfastening the top two buttons of her dressing gown (the usual attire in our student halls of residence), on the off chance that a glimpse of breast might arouse him. It would be because she needed a deeper basin : we haven’t bought one yet, or : would you happen to have a long handled broom ? And I saw a big frying pan—is that yours or did you borrow it ? I only need it for half an hour. We’ve got a brand new iron : if you need it, I’ll lend you it. Mariana suspected that our neighbour had a girlfriend. She kept a close watch on him and one day, just as Serge, dressed to the nines, was going out of the front door of the hall of residence, Mariana filled a plastic bag with water, to which she had added some chopped dill, and from the window she dropped it on top of his head. The poor lad had to walk ten paces beside the wall of the building. You had to be very skilled to hit a moving target like that. But after a few rehearsals, Mariana had become an expert.
The method was in widespread use as a token of revenge or to prevent somebody reaching their destination. One of the few lads who possessed a suit refused to lend it to anybody, and so his friends lay in wait for him, with plastic bags and basins, to give him a soaking : that would teach him not to be so selfish ! Underhand enemies poured dishwater, but that happened only rarely ; it was more complicated. Soakings were common in the first few months of the university year, when the newly arrived students had not yet learned to avoid the dangerous ten metre stretch. Looking up above, seldom did you see the perpetrator’s face. Once, one lad glimpsed his trusty roommate, went back upstairs and beat him black and blue. It is said that he was joined by some female victims, who had been soaked on various occasions and now had an opportunity to slake their thirst for revenge. It was a real spectacle, according to the girls. The room was narrow and only a few of them were able to get inside. They were meticulously pulling his hair, while the others yelled at him indignantly in the doorway. One of them ripped his shirt : You ruined my dress, you piece of dirt ! You couldn’t just pour water on me like everybody else : you had to pour dishwater with dill and cooking oil ! It was true, water dried, but in their cruelty, the enemies went so far as to ruin your clothes, irreparably. The country was in the middle of an unprecedented economic crisis, people didn’t receive their wages for months on end, and for some it was very hard to cope.”

 
Liliana Corobca (Săseni, 10 oktober 1975)