women, love them and books: a novel all to read ..
To explain the charm and value, I want to tell how I got his hands on the novel by Paola Gouache (A legend in his own way, Libreria Croce, 2009) and has a curious history.
To put it short, the 'I met on Facebook. Intrigued by the popularity, I decided four or five months ago to start using it for some specific reasons: to spread the initiatives created around the book of Mark and disability, and give space to the topic of 'commitment for the employment of the disabled and collect reviews Notes I write for comparisons. I'm going to retire and, like many, I try to recover from too much time spent on boring stories of everyday life ...! An unexpected encounter
But when you pick up an instrument as complex as online communication, you end up being caught in a self-gear: the 'image that is expected to forward it breaks into a thousand fragments, often ambiguous or unexpected. Friendships "weak" on Facebook, I have now seem quite uninteresting, I have always believed that "life - however-is the 'art of' meeting" (old quote of the sixties, which shows my age!). Among
random chatter, music and political considerations, I got in line with a 'random friend-Paola - of which I soon found out humor, indignation and political vagaries of the imagination, with which I instinctively sympathized. After some time I have had in our hands this novel by a real author, and I did not know: Paola Gouache. Because of busy schedule, the 'I read in two-stages and after a few weeks-I have a great desire to write.
Go past the first twenty or thirty pages of the book, I had a moment of confusion. The writer took me to a phantasmagoric stylistic inventiveness in an environment that I knew relatively little. One disconcerting
salutary Pavese to Arbasino
The narrative (and I use that term, with a nice irony ... later you will understand why) winds, even fragments of Italy, Spain and other places of cosmopolitan Europe ': resorts, universities, local landscapes and described with a taste of' stylistic collection that I was enchanted right from 'initial attack: "1994, Villa flagging: bastion of letters home, and the Misses Felicite, above all .., but she, Catherine, and the future, and his body lay against the place, two sphinxes at the sides of the entrance and under the assets of magnolia, at the head of Medusa (never pruned )..." (p. 7)
I told you of the moment-of-lasted little disorientation. I confess not to be ashamed of in the literature a conservative years' 70 ( Paola would say now, not only in!). I am not a professional critic and I formed my literary interests (unfortunately few) between 1965 and eighties, the quadrilateral Bilenchi-Pavese - Vittorini - Moravia and the American collection of the legendary Oscar Mondadori: one that would have "resulted in 68 "as we pretend to believe with friends for dinner at the third glass of good wine.
And then I experienced many short happy life of Francis Macomber "and spent evenings in California moved low in Furore.
Luckily the years (and intelligent friends) to think it possible. After 25 to 30 years, I discovered some twentieth-century Italian author that I have matured a little 'taste I think Gadda in La cognition of pain or a country without Arbasino de Small and holidays, or maybe Carlo Dossi.
But perversions of youth remain, and perhaps inside of me kept thinking that things are mostly reading from Joyce's Dubliners and Portrait of 'artist as a young man!
by the confusion at 'enthusiasm more motivated
The long introduction is to explain why my momentary confusion was soon transformed into rational enthusiasm. Paola Gouache - with a sharpness exemplary - not breach any rules of narrative to which I was fond of the conservative in youth.
The writer, expert on the literary scholar, upsetting the plans of narrative fragments and breaks them continuously entering and exiting from its plot with a healthy sound casual. Enacts a story of the women, in which tastes, dreams, loves and / or 'lesbian eroticism of a community, are told with a happy style, which on top of each page. Paola
not hide his literary canon, and indeed the explicit right: I'm in his Gadda, Arbasino, the disappointment of Guido Gozzano, but also Virginia Woolf, and many, many others. But do not think boring and archaeological tracings. The novel - in which you will not find the male characters except perhaps a terrible father! - Is the product of a sophisticated literary culture, but also a personality that wants to disrupt the free conformity behavior Aquisito those of the official literature.
Another fact that struck me was not only the 'irony, but the' humor, able to play with tones and humoral body, then passing reference to "high". In these pages, the lesson of the line "Lombard" of our literature is very well absorbed and used. The speech metaliterary allows Guazzo to comment on the situation, with constant references to semiologists most beloved of the past century (Barthes, among all).
If there is one thing that Paul does not seem to love, is the project (as stated in the final pages), intended as a conceptual prison: she chases rather than the thousands of polyphonic reality, ie one 'contagious joy and a subtle melancholy mood. And I think one of the melancholy tones of the secret romance.
Two qualities in more than a novel that is surprising in many respects. What more could you want to read it, maybe not twice as I had to do?
Umberto Brancia
