Vedran Kukavica

writer

Published work

Neminem – Short Course on Disappearance

Almost everyone wants to be someone. Only a rare few dare to be no one. One Saturday morning, a celebrated professor of...

Ja nisam Ĺ vabo! / I’m not a Kraut!

Is it possible that Eugen Udo Schläger – mechanical engineer, orienteering champion, butterfly fan – is not even...

Mlada Misa / The First Mass

Marijan Maćun Ćivara—once known in the adult film world as CroCum—returns to his native Batina seeking a new beginning:...

Manuscripts

Manuscript

Good boring, Vietnam

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Manuscript

Klecalo Timotija Trumana

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About me

My name is Vedran Kukavica, and you’ve just arrived at my little corner of the web.

I imagine these two facts are already clear—otherwise, you probably wouldn’t have found your way here in the first place.

As for me, it’s enough to say that I write novels, travel, dive, and scamper about in the hills. That’s also the story behind this photo: a dog striking a pose on a table outside a forest cabin.

Fortunately, he wandered by just in time, sparing you yet another glimpse of that same tired photo of me—the one that’s been showing up in search results for decades whenever you type my name.

I trust nobody has, in the meantime, devised some “canine GDPR” handing out draconian fines for unauthorized portraits of stray French bulldogs.

To keep it brief, this site exists to leave a small trace in the metaverse, as I do not participate in online social networks, public debates, or any of the other so-called “activism.”

And when it comes to my novels, I don’t campaign or promote them publicly. In my opinion, that is the reader’s privilege and responsibility. After all, in respectable restaurants, chefs don’t bother guests by strolling around, expecting a pat on the shoulder.