

ELISA HATEGAN is a Romanian-Canadian
writer, visual artist and editor whose
poetry, fiction & critical writing have
appeared in several literary journals and
publications throughout North America,
Europe and Asia.
Elisa always has more than one project
going at the same time. At present she
is working on two books: works-in-
progress include a literary thriller, along
with a creative nonfiction memoir about
a multi-generational family, hidden
secrets and oppression under the old
dictatorial regime of Romania's Nicolae
Ceausescu.
Bringing awareness to the personal and
emotional impact of Eastern European
dictatorships and war-zone conflicts is
one of the central themes in Elisa's work.
Her writing aims to contribute to the
struggle to end neo-fascism, racism,
political extremism and the rise of
right-wing nationalism.
Elisa was born in Bucharest, Romania
and came to Canada as a child. Since
then, she has lived on four continents:
her adventures include a year-long stint
as an English teacher in Seoul, South
Korea, an extended stay in Barcelona, a
sojourn into the south of Spain and
Venice, Italy, and another year spent
backpacking through the dusty corners
of Europe and north Africa.
Elisa has also contributed articles, essays
and photographs to various print and
digital media, as well as assisted with the
partial translation from Romanian of a
renowned Roma activist's autobiography.
When she's not reading, blogging or
trolling on the internet, Elisa tries to stay
involved in the artistic community.
As an artist, she is an ardent proponent
of diversity and innovation in the arts,
which means sometimes having to part
from the safe, stale and traditional CanLit
approach and actively encouraging the
flourishing of new imaginations and fresh
voices, as well as global perspectives.

Elisa Hategan
© Elisa Romero Hategan www.elisahategan.com
In the depth of winter,
I finally learned
that there was within me
an invincible summer.
Albert Camus
When one man, for whatever
reason, has the opportunity to
lead an extraordinary life, he
has no right to keep it to himself.
Jacques Yves Cousteau