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walk in the dark: a masterpiece of the disappearance of Mariateresa Let



One of the things I most like to do is wander around the flea markets or for Brockenhaus , warehouses or old houses crammed with things used. Look, touch, smell almost everything. Sometimes I buy, but not often.
In one of my laps I Brocki Swiss imbatutta in a book in Italian. Unlike books in other languages \u200b\u200b(French, English, English) not often you find books in Italian. I might say that Italians abroad are holding onto their books, but haim is not the case: Italian immigrants do not read much, everyone here.
"walk in the dark" by Maria Teresa Lasica: I took the book in my hands and I read the back cover that I report here because the site does not give the Feltrinelli that a thin line in this book, I now unavailable :
"Lonely as an autobiography and united as a family saga, this delicate but powerful novel succeeds in telling the complex interweaving of stories that make up a community through the eyes of a woman who revisits the memory stages of its growth. Alcune figure di parenti sono memorabili, così come indimenticabile resterà l'immagine di un Sud tanto avvolgente e aspro, quanto vitale e dolce.
La densità della storia narrata, le sue stratificazioni, la ricchezza psicologica delle descrizioni mescolata alla forza dell'azione, fanno di questo esordio un caso limite. La scrittura, sospinta da una sua arcana necessità interna, ha una trasparenza formidabile. Si tratta di un'opera irripetibile che ci consegna innanzitutto un personaggio femminile - Chiara - che nel momento di arrendersi alla fatica di vivere trova la forza e l'orgoglio di raccontare la vita".

Inutile dire che già a metà pagina avevo deciso di comperare il libro.
Un libro impegnativo, dotto, full, deep, full. A book that could not be written in any other way.
I often wondered if the sadness and anguish of the protagonist Clare were in any way autobiographical: Maria Teresa (or Mariateresa, I have not got it right) died of disease before the novel came out, making this his first and only book. Every word of the book seemed to me really the gloss to a real life, the author.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. No need to write more.

As I said above I think is not easy to find this book, although he won the Strega Prize in 1995. I have seen, however, it is to read online, for those opposed to I do not smell is dependent of the books.

I warmly thank those who have abandoned a Brocki and thus allowed it to be mine forever.