"You die many times in life." Yes, many. But how much you are able to withstand? And the deaths - there are so different and all so damn painful -as are overcome to be able to continue living? Or survive? "You have been my end, the first and the last." She, Laura, has always thought so, in relation to him, Alberto. "I have to leave," he said, and she believed that the world was falling apart. But no. Instead it was just the beginning, as often happens. In a cascade of events that drag behind an avalanche growing: death, certain truths, which do more harm to all. "And they were the days of despair. [...] A desert swept anything. In the middle I ". Then anger, an attempt to revenge, then self-destruction and then resignation. "Finally said respite to my soul. And in the absence truce I rested my body. Body anything. " But nothing is still, unfortunately or fortunately. "Strange unexpected life", like the one that brings two strangers, "two unfortunate" potential enemies, who find the strength to go on, then serenity, then a kind of happiness, "with confidence crank out alive after your death "...
It comes back to life, it must be born again. Somewhere, from someone. Sometimes the most unlikely places and unthinkable. This is one of the keys to understanding, perhaps the most "strong", this beautiful reading, different, quite original, which gives us Lucia Ravera, not unrelated to writing, for work and for passion, already the author of a novel and an essay. Is the original point of view, that is indeed what the main character who tells his story to the reader, but leaving your body interpretation and narration of emotions; are we not made of body and soul? Do they not have the disease, almost always, a key psychosomatic? The emotional thoughts, instead, have relied on free verse, very beautiful, often at the conclusion of the short chapters. But, first of all, original writing of this novel, backed by a remote past effective and powerful, rich in metaphors, at times lyrical also narrated parts, light but elegant even when he tells the despair. This is the story of a necessary path, which moves from a silence born wrong to protect themselves and, miserably finished to reveal, however, that there are silences that can do more harm the truth more difficult; a path that turns pain into an achievement, because the living is given to forgive and forgive, to the dead - and who give up - no. Sometimes the wounds sanino erratically - seems to say the Ravera -, different and unexpected, and sometimes even with salt, that burns and seems to make it worse. Up to, slowly, the landing, to discover "the beauty that blends under the layer of ordinariness." To read, to get excited.
Alessandra Farinola
Mangialibri