“Not the body was dusty, but the soul. The body was poured water, the soul the dust.” Only the opening poem is worth the cover price and the satisfaction of having read the book. Each verse a caress. A sincere statement of love dedicated to the mother. Ideally dedicated to all the mothers of the world and to all the sons that sometimes too late realize how deep and unrepeatable is that feeling. One great...
Written by Erika Calcagnini This review is available only in the original language. _________________________________________________ Il segreto dell’uomo solitario viene pubblicato nel 1921, sono passati più di vent’anni da quando Grazia Deledda si è trasferita a Roma e nonostante la Sardegna, terra natia, riecheggia ancora in numerosi suoi romanzi, la scrittrice già da Nostalgie (1905) aveva sperimentato nuovi spazi narrativi. Il romanzo in questione ha rappresentato una vera e propria trasformazione nella prosa deleddiana, piuttosto dibattuta...
“Everyone has many reasons to cry, funerals are just a good opportunity.” A book that goes straight to the heart, to shatter and reassemble it in a decomposed way, and then still shatter it and then still reassemble it for better and better. Much undeserved pain for the main characters, which reverberates on the reader like the last light of the sun before going to die at the end of the day. Timothy is an...
“Dora always said that beautiful things fail if you put them in front of people who are not up to understanding them.” The novel begins with a dismissal. A strong cut with the threads of the past unknown to the reader, which will be recomposed, in a soft emotional carpet. The victims of the dismissal, a group of four editors of a magazine, see their lives and planned lives reset to zero from one moment to...
