Everything back .. Giulia Carcasi. Letter
Everything back is the title of the third book Carcasi Giulia, a young journalist and writer, in my view, very interesting.
happens sometimes to prove to some texts, a kind of sympathy from the outset, as happens with some people, I win before you even know them. It 's a rare occurrence but pleasant.
would be interesting to investigate the reasons for these mysterious attractions. Perhaps the title, the image on the cover, the publishing house, the brief mention in the back ... or range, suggestion, that the same reasons which lead me to a stranger with a desire to learn some more. It 's like a subconscious level warned that in there (in the book, or in person) there are things that also affect me.
The title made me think of an essay entitled
Nathalie Sarraute: "Ich
Sterba," namely: "I die", which begins on a reflection on the words "come back" out of nowhere, suddenly
"Ils viennent de loin, ils reviennent (comme on dit" hides me revient ")... [translated in my blog:
http://vivereababylon.blogspot.com/2009/11/autrice-nathalie-sarraute-ha-ottenuto.html ]. Pretended to read the book of Carcasi I can not reconsider the relevance of this spontaneous association.
The title immediately caught my attention because it resembles a perception that often live recently, and the perception is that certain things re-back indefinitely, each time with new nuances, and yet are always the same, and always condemn you to wait for a new return, including a starting another. So a good thing, that all come ... but also anxiety of an 'eternal wait for something that you know cliclico. Sometimes it's a heavy feeling, because it would be nice if things stopped coming back, and end up completely, to allow new things to finally get there. The book begins and ends in Rome, beginning with an episode involving a mother and a son, and ends the same way, then as a circle in the middle of which things happen-in brackets-
I am in a supermarket to buy things useful for practical life, but the pile of books on display, I am struck by the image of this kind of black swan ... find out in a few pages that this is a black stork "The black storks have returned, "the title of a newspaper article. And the stork makes me think of the birth, told me as a child (including vegetables and poultry). The time to read the first two pages, on a desperate mother who cries because he lost his son (or the memory, because the son is there with her grown-up, but she can not remember why she is sick) and they are already at the checkout, curious to know what's in me this book.
The fact that both Feltrinelli, has always been for me an added value, and this I can not explain it well, I just know that they are generally sympathetic to this publishing house. As for the
book, to start with, I like the style very careful that you do not want to script and list of exciting situations, as happened in nineteenth-century novel (and often-sad? - simultaneously). This writing makes me think (all back) to the short story, the precepts of the density of Poe "brevitas," Joyce's Dublin and its people ... so in a writing that reflects on every word, so that loads High density of expression.
read this book I really liked, as perhaps it will be understood, yet since the day I bought that when I read some time has passed. More than a month, because everything has its time and wrong, now, would be a little 'mess it up. This applies just as it is true that all back-once you've done your -
The "right time" came the other day, Wednesday February 16, 2011, while I was on a train to Rome. The practice has it that, before leaving prepare me for a few books and some magazine, browse and then not even half a page, because I like listening to music on the train and travel with the head as well as with the body, as I look at the landscape I rushes under the eyes or on the road while watching people around me trying to guess, how did Twentieth century between an ocean crossing and the other (of course I speak of "The Legend of the Pianist on the Ocean").
The train is the only place I really feel at home. I often think a motion to place it, and many of the best thoughts that I happen to develop, gather in my mind as they train and then dissolve or lose coherence and "structural beauty" does not just rest your feet on the ground, I'm mingling with all the other passengers arrived.
This trip is not like everyone else, and this of no relevance to my own background in public. Has only to know that matches with the right time for 'Everything back ", and because of this coincidence, that single journey (one of many) will not stop back because it is connected to a memory from the specific weight, complete with title and author.
I do not like to read books in a single day, I think that's macho than the effort of the writer, which sometimes takes years to reach that result. I love to take the time it takes when I read, but in this case I travel four hours before, and my curiosity is continuously stimulated, not boring, perhaps because the two characters, Diego and Anthony (wonderful name) is known es' encounter in their train: Pisa-Rome, Rome-Pisa ... I follow another trajectory because of Ancona in Italy through that point of my nation in which Italy seems to break into two (North and South, held together by a flag, the historical memory ... and unfortunately little else) to go in Rome, but in our journey: my own, and one of the protagonists, there is at least a cliché: Rome. and use the term "Myth" playing with the ambivalence of its meaning. It is usual to associate these words to the mundane of life, some cliches, but the cliché is that the geographical or mental disability which, being "common", we can meet with others, even if it were crashing down in error, and share something, anything. It is not necessarily a bad word, realizes that he finished among the many places as possible, in the midst of a cliché.
History tells us that Julia Carcasi rhythm is punctuated by an emotional and chronological precise
The first story is narrated that happens on September 12, 2008 to Rome, the last is dated April 4 of 2009, again in Rome . Almost seven months, ie the time taken by two strangers incontrsi, attract each other, fall in love e. .. know. Most of the time of pregnancy, that is the cycle that nature uses to attach pieces of DNA that are soon to rise to its own.
The key characters are: Diego, Diego's mother, his caregiver, Antonia and ... the train.
He is a university teacher in Pisa, is working on a dictionary , which is "the" book par excellence, as is the origin of all other books, as it analyzes a word, the time from "A" to "Z", all terms that people use (or could use) to express themselves, explaining in a comprehensive manner all nuance.
The dictionary as a book I think optimistic, because we want guidance, comprehensive ... an encyclopedic book, ambitious, which purports to definitively among the most complex and even illusory. You can know an infinite number of words, you can know exactly what you mean, but you can find children as naive in front of real life, what is not written in books, one that speaks many languages \u200b\u200btogether. The books can read them all, but people need to read the other criteria.
- "INTERESTING: It says something that does not care," said Antonia making me the verse. - "TELEPHONE" ... you did not write ringing, says Antonia ... The dictionary also refers, I think, to the symbolism of the need continues to play next when you come into contact. Diego is the word for a trade as well as a form of security, as the uncertain shelter of life. His students for the game moving the clock in the classroom, and this disharmony between the hands of two watches, one on the wall and what you have on your wrist, like the time you find yourself losing, despite all its effort. It may be time well in advance? Apparently you can, but it's easy to get lost inside that magic quarter of an hour that does not belong to anyone.
"There is a time that is not on my wrist watch and is not a wall, there is a time written somewhere, come out and scoliamolo. I realized that I did not do anything about the meaning of words, I do something of the meaning of persons. I understood that everything can be remedied, but the good. Antonia Okay, I've learned my lesson, I will not be better for someone who is not you ... in the confusion you have given everything, and I in my order, I dunno, doubt it. "
Who is Antonia?
A girl who knows Diego on a train to Rome (from Pisa). He has an illness and she helps. " I am doing a job for a rehabilitation center " she says, he takes her to a doctor, she does not deny. Two commuters and meets the road. She from Pisa to Rome, he on the contrary, and the train acts as a trait-d'union.
They share a notebook the same, with different content. He loves classical music, she's the one with "the words" (other funny nonsense, since the work of him). She is spontaneous and mysterious, often funny. He's the one precise, enigmatic, thoughtful. She is the soul, he is order. Are together on a couple, as long as it lasts.
Diego father has a cold, distant, almost non-existent, and a mother suffering from a disease that always returns to the past. It 's a common evil, to live in the past, but for her it is a disease that completely forgets this, and between the woman and Antonia was born just a relationship of complicity
"How old are you? Asks My mother has nothing to do without. "Thirty" Antonia replied. My mother smiles with the enthusiasm of those who discover they have something in common. "You know, I too had once thirty-four years." "And how were you? "asks Antonia curious ...." I was high ". And towards the end, the mother tells Antonia
" I do not remember your name, but I know who you are "
As for Diego, with regard to Antonia:
"I do a lot of questions about you, but I do very little to you. The trouble is that the more I ask, the more I coinvolgo.Vorrei you were silly or special
And again "I'm not dreaming the sound of your laughter all night, all that you're not away from me. I do not want to cheat, drive out thoughts to accommodate you. I only see you when you come. When you come from? I want to listen only when you come, when you come from? "
Antoine is a pathological liar, he invents the truth that the most appropriate, because it is was traumatized by an unjust punishment inflicted at school when she was little. In Rome there is to be a doctor, but he attended a center to help him be more consistent to the other inhabitants of the real world. Diego, however, does not tell lies, simply omit certain truths. As for her love for him, his love for his mother, there is something very real, very true.
"When are you coming back? Asks my mother to Antonia. "Soon," she says, but not in that way that makes me anxious to ask, when soon? in a way that's just to be sure to come. " His love is a" practical ", essential ... which is true beyond words, because it is tangible.
The finish is not what I expected, and I do not think it matters. I like the style in which things are written, I like many sentences of the book reminiscent of a very current clash with others, and I want to mention them all because they are very beautiful, but I can not because it would be like rewriting the book in its entirety.
As for the story between the two, in practice, lie more painful and irreparable He told the man of "word" and he will not be remedied in any way possible. But she has done everything possible to keep to himself, to live this complicity.
"Sai Diego, I'm afraid that one day, after we missed so much, we wondered if we could actually do something instead of doing nothing we miss" When he talks gives the impression of speaking well of him and this makes it seem like her words true. But those were not mentioned by us, were a kind of me and her. It was me in spite of me, and despite her own. "You're doing a crap"
"And where is it written?" I ask.
Antonia looks at me with anger, asked for a pen to the contract, "stop it" I say, on a napkin and writes in capital letters:
; YOU ARE DOING fucking
"It 's written here," he says with hatred, "now that is written is true?"
... He
:
I have seen thousands of films, read hundreds of books, without asking if they were true. I was enough of a story that was beautiful. In an emotion I have not asked for documents. Why not be like that with people? I was moved in front of a cinema and a page, but if I think about when I moved in front of Antonia, I feel stupid and I can not stand it.
...
Here's my advice: READ IT!
is not a trivial love story but a story about the inevitable banality with which we sometimes lose our lives when this happens.
