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Books translated – enricomattioli.com

Enrico Mattioli was born in an Italian city, the capital of that State, washed by a river, built on seven hills, of which he prefers not to make the name for privacy reasons.
Enrico started his career as a humorist, but an experience as a basic union delegate made him passionate about issues related to working environments. Humour and social, therefore, live together in his books.

Books translated – Enrico Mattioli was born in an Italian city, the capital of that State, washed by a river, built on seven hills, of which he prefers not to make the name for privacy reasons.
Enrico started his career as a humorist, but an experience as a basic union delegate made him passionate about issues related to working environments. Humour and social, therefore, live together in his books.

Mail from land

      Mail from land NOTES It’s a delicate tale, a rear-wheel drive, which means that it’s counterbalanced by a heavy project on its back. The main character is a mean, I needed a character in which I could pour hidden resentments, fears and also neighbor’s curiosities. Omar doesn’t tell a story of integration…

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Women

WOMEN     Translated by Emilia Maiella At four in the morning, while I’m having a beautiful dream, suddenly the phone in the corridor rings. The one that only rings when a call-centre employee calls to sell me something I don’t want, that telephone that should never ever ring in the middle of the night.…

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Armed gang

    Translated by Emilia Maiella A karst river of incandescent lava, here is my current state of mind. I am at the public park, walking with my mother’s dog, and I observe the world running slowly around me with the slowness of a pachyderm. Armed gang. Slightly blurred images depict couples with a three-wheeled…

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The doormat

    Translated by Emilia Maiella Old Alvaro’s bad mood, exhausted by senility, shows through when, getting home from a walking, he cleans his shoes in front of the door: if the doormat is not well aligned, it is certain that the atmosphere at Malacostas’ gets menacing. That rug, a despised present from his son-in-law…

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