These stories of a lost home, published by Ladolfi, are first and foremost an act of love for the loved ones and the many other more or less well-known that there are no more; and also an act of generosity to the readers who see gray-haired resurface in their memory places and figures similar to those painted by Ottaviano. I told paintings because writing a simple and lively time of this book reminds a Flemish painting, in which the precision of the design is combined with the color of affection still vibrant, between sweetness and melancholy. Gathered in various thematic chapters, memories bring out in the round shapes of the Neapolitan father, who settled in Brescia after fighting in the Great War, the mother valance that makes pasta at home, singing and quotes proverbs, and his uncle upset that perhaps was serving the traumas of war and captivity.
The private memories - the roommates of course Mameli, Saint Lucia, the readings childhood, the first approaches to the policy at the time of the clash between Democrats and Communists - is the background scenery choir - the oratory of Peace Father Bevilacqua, the Mille Miglia the gym of the Force and Constance, the average Romanino - a framework that stimulates reflections, interspersed and distinguished by italics, leading to Brescia's speech today, to emphasize the strong changes. Arriving at the end we realize that Octavian made us relive his story with the flavor of the truth, but also a part of our. Back in the childhood that seemed boundless, as we discover that he is tiny; like him resend the burning of a spanking inflicted for an oversight, like him we regret not having talked more with our father, that he had asked for more things to our mother, overcome by shyness, from the reserve, by distraction.
Pietro Gibellini