Review by Alessandra place on the number of 146 "Reading Women".
Lesbolinguismi freely
A legend in his own way Paola Gouache
Cross Library Editions
"Build poems of tavernas and fords, in different registers or seeds in the land where ... you were born .. "
It 'the key to understanding this novel? Idle question. The doors are all open.
First, because the novel by Alice in the black hole lsb-Paola Gouache escapes all definition: a novel transgender which has a layer of this invention to discard all kinds, like candy to swallow without paper, the literary desecration through a mastery of language that lasts from the first page. "The real job of the animal is to write novels, Stendhal. And 'one of one hundred thousand citations.
Sure, we can find internal references in the literature on models of multilingualism and contamination: obviously Arbasino and Sanguineti, but also Ortese (for spins fairy-dream), and perhaps the most far unmentionable Djuna Barnes, the catalog of dongiovannesco ' Almanac of the Lord. Despite being educated writer, indeed, iperletteraria, and connecting the linguistic fabric of a number of references Gouache to overtake on the left, giving back to literature. This, I believe, is the originality of the book, the plot constantly flaking, try to debut a social personality impurities and creative with impunity. (Replace the Lacanian slash with a lesbian bar "). Romance?
Mondo difficult and delicate "his book is autobiographical, confessional and epic as only a long memory can be disregarded. There is a generation recognizes s-chain (literally) who, tired of the separatist rebels of the assemblies and the permanent onanistic verbose consciousness-raising groups, begins to separate from the general feminist activism to proudly recognize lesbian and develop a specific culture, trend, separated from the generic woman is beautiful. It is not nice at all if the world is organized according to a eterodomino and women between the need to lower their gazes and desires. These bad girls (or as he said a friend of ours: the whore) cheerfully and shamelessly invaded and bars, proclaimed the importance of places and where to meet outside and fall in love and sexual desire. Disengaged, daughters of reflux? Maybe for the Jurassic historical avant-garde, not for lesbians teens that looked out at the scene "to the hollow mid-eighties, claiming visibility different from that of gay brothers and Blending verbilinguismo with the new 'belong to themselves, desiring to own mechanism, oiled to the skin and its moods. A dialectical materialism, impregnated with alternating white nights and orgasmic ecstasy, smoking, beer and adolescent slipping, loss of sense and awaken the senses, like any epic postmodern experiment freely before he could celebrate. It could not, Paola, write once and then everything. It was necessary to wait for the wave apparent calm did return and settle in vitro those vivid experiences now praised again unreflective. Do not make a political or historical novel, perhaps become, in overturning kristeviano: the body / body of revolutionary women, foreign / ere / otic (Autocit.), write gluttonous greed.
Finally, the result is not the usual maudlin trash where someone, the more guilty, he must get sick and die, there is no guilt, no sense of death in here as in so late romantic novel gaylsb production. Fortunately, the irony, is rare in the confessions of women, but also almost absent in the self-destructive lesbian writers (except for Margherita Giacobino), is the host and sgom the bitterness of so many sacrifices. E 'island between irony and linguistic metaliterature, in a sea of \u200b\u200bmanipulations, internal references, significant eccentricities for energetic jump of humor in a style which refers only to the dense substance.
So in the affairs of Catherine Margaret Isabel Sylvie Dani and company singing Paola, behind which lie all the evidence with real people rehabilitated by the imagination ("The characters are always other lives") recognize the heroic deeds of the pioneers of the next door the Aperitif in Piazza delle Erbe, the fellow lovers of the meetings over and over fences on Sunday local peripheral, but also the exotic atmosphere of the Catalan-winning California and gym, all singlet and muscoletti, homoerotic film, Moana Pozzi and Jodie Foster, cartoon cyber - punk, the pragmatics of tricoteuses who never stop talking Daughters of the front of the gallows, the reliquary of stored images and experiences, which our author has nurtured so bulimic, selected later, brain cataloged, for that which was used to project an unrecognizable portrait of evergreen DorianGray ..
At the end of the story, we can not close the book in a genre, because, like any good writer, Paola Gouache chooses his argument in what is the nearest that he knows best just to write without justification. While the stories we told, which is one story, are light years away from carandache shades of pink princesses, or ladies magazines Winterson customs and border lombardoveneta it. Well, maybe the good (Canary Islands) are a lesbian picaresque paradoxical excuse to pour on the page so torrential that fragmented and chaotic experience of life in which, gasping, not hard to recognize.
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