The frenzy, uncertainty and turmoil in the world of today's thirty paintings from the pen of Mario Ciusa
should be read in one breath Mario Ciusa this novel, a novel that is more than more a life story like a future framework. Take deep breath and find that, before he threw out all the air from your lungs, you have been catapulted into the world of the thirties now, in their troubles and their ways of getting by, to punish himself, to challenge and then, magically, to survive and turn the page.
There are many points in the life of the young protagonist, followed by as many turns. Never anyone, however, seems be a real medicine for the soul. It 's a book driven by the chaos, the absence of peace and the loss of the few certainties that could be granted - even to the reader - a moment of respite.
Cagliari, Madrid, Barcelona city - if you lived with this yearning for adventure - seems to resemble to the core. Our hero is a hero crippled than misses, gets up, sleepless nights looking for a way to change himself and his life. It 's a romantic hero, which destroys otherwise anonymous evenings drowning in alcohol, which uses an unbridled sex, overwhelming, exhausting and unnerving to feel powerful, knowing they are seeking only true love, enabling him to shuffle the cards again and start over.
In certain passages, it is also a hymn to friendship Ciusa's novel, a friendship that sometimes disappoint, but that is renewed and then draws its lifeblood from the share of memorable moments, extremes. Just a crowded room, a cocktail and look to set in motion the machinery of complicity. Friend, in this novel, is who does not speak your language but you understand to be near the same; friend is someone who tells you bitter words, but will not turn their backs; friend who is leaving to return.
And then the women. There are many in these pages. Yet love comes out between the lines rather than by facts. E 'in the heart of the protagonist, a dry heart who lives for the happiness of others but hard to find a way to reach his own.
her feelings are always in turmoil, sometimes contradictory, always taken to the limit, always destructive: the protection of a sister too much to not only make him feel guilty, the fake too obsessive hatred of a mother, anger towards the world in general.
There is also plenty of sun from one scene to another, although most of the existence of these pages is at night. It 's a Sardinian sun, reflected on the windows of the buildings and the glasses of the bar on the beach. The true rays, however, one can see the finish and not come from above.
If it feels good, every day can be warm and bright.
If the sun is out it feels lonely and trapped. If the sun is in no matter what happens outside.
Author: Mario Ciusa
Publishing House: Theme
should be read in one breath Mario Ciusa this novel, a novel that is more than more a life story like a future framework. Take deep breath and find that, before he threw out all the air from your lungs, you have been catapulted into the world of the thirties now, in their troubles and their ways of getting by, to punish himself, to challenge and then, magically, to survive and turn the page.
There are many points in the life of the young protagonist, followed by as many turns. Never anyone, however, seems be a real medicine for the soul. It 's a book driven by the chaos, the absence of peace and the loss of the few certainties that could be granted - even to the reader - a moment of respite.
Cagliari, Madrid, Barcelona city - if you lived with this yearning for adventure - seems to resemble to the core. Our hero is a hero crippled than misses, gets up, sleepless nights looking for a way to change himself and his life. It 's a romantic hero, which destroys otherwise anonymous evenings drowning in alcohol, which uses an unbridled sex, overwhelming, exhausting and unnerving to feel powerful, knowing they are seeking only true love, enabling him to shuffle the cards again and start over.
In certain passages, it is also a hymn to friendship Ciusa's novel, a friendship that sometimes disappoint, but that is renewed and then draws its lifeblood from the share of memorable moments, extremes. Just a crowded room, a cocktail and look to set in motion the machinery of complicity. Friend, in this novel, is who does not speak your language but you understand to be near the same; friend is someone who tells you bitter words, but will not turn their backs; friend who is leaving to return.
And then the women. There are many in these pages. Yet love comes out between the lines rather than by facts. E 'in the heart of the protagonist, a dry heart who lives for the happiness of others but hard to find a way to reach his own.
her feelings are always in turmoil, sometimes contradictory, always taken to the limit, always destructive: the protection of a sister too much to not only make him feel guilty, the fake too obsessive hatred of a mother, anger towards the world in general.
There is also plenty of sun from one scene to another, although most of the existence of these pages is at night. It 's a Sardinian sun, reflected on the windows of the buildings and the glasses of the bar on the beach. The true rays, however, one can see the finish and not come from above.
If it feels good, every day can be warm and bright.
If the sun is out it feels lonely and trapped. If the sun is in no matter what happens outside.
Author: Mario Ciusa
Publishing House: Theme
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