L 'adjective "precarious life and eternal love" Mario Desiati: neurotic.
Pages 217, Mondadori.
Martin Bux, called by more than Martin, is from Sicily, Castiglione, near Sigonella. Humble origins, in the area Carmine, the worst. Up to fifteen years of Martin's family leads a regular life dramatically, the father runs a small shop in school textbooks, without much hard work and economic aims, the mother takes care of the house, despite early to give any sign of madness, inspiration religious. An unforeseen event disrupts the family, fleeing to Rome. Laurentino 38, a suburb of the capital. The planes are already entered in Martin's life in Sicily sees them, examines them, even in the new life. The years pass and Toni know, right away a shiver of intent reflected in their intractable differences. Skin, fucks, smells. The mother is always the craziest, Martin decides to go live with Toni, in an apartment in Via dei Volsci, San Lorenzo, rent paid by her family: 'We'll help you for the first few months. " Martin interrupted his studies to face life with Toni, seeking a job, it ends in a call center, six euro per hour. The aircraft passed low over the city, Toni leaves for Africa, Robert, a Senegalese Bingobongo, Martin becomes the new roommate. The two lovers write letters, he knows Marcella Villa Mirafiori, faculty of philosophy. Skin, fucks, smells and memories. Remember also in Sicily, the stationery. The work at the call center continues to be a shit. Letters between Toni and Martin, near and far: "I hate because I miss you." "I hate you because you're there."
Union, meetings, Toni's scar starts to burn, July 19, 1943 in San Lorenzo. Africa, Toni, Genoa, Toni, flesh and blood, Toni, war, Toni. Marcella, Robert, Armida, the sister of Robert. Africa still, bloody Africa.
The family of Toni Armida maybe it can help, maybe. "It's normal if you see another girl now," says his mother. Martin flees the house.
"Slow, but I feel it all in" bland. Tel. Marcella.
Writing Desiati so, neurotic, the spatial dimension is overwhelmed by the writing. A flood of images that affect the senses. A reminder: you return to the departure of Toni, the plane, damn planes. Everything is closed, a circle of unexpected inevitability.
Desiati Mario is a young Italian writer states, in "precarious life and eternal love" fails to make inroads into the reader, too many stereotypes, too extreme, too many coincidences, the politically incorrect language is not a means but becomes an end, choose the latter weak. A book that if it were not for the final would be a reading without panache, dispersed in fragments, as well as unstructured narrative engineering.
's eye view of Martin runs, but it is unlikely the neurotic writing with a similar epilogue, would have been more congenial to a detached view of reality.
"The land of unhappy wives, ever Desiati and advice, has reached very different.
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