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Economy is the society’s dominant ideological strength and should be rethink about it through the artistic expression.

Hilly Kristal, based on the film CBGB

 

 

Welcome to the English version of my blog.

I like to think that the posts collected here are regulated by punctuation as if they were part of a single preposition. I will write about literature, publishing industry, books and e-books, music, everyday stories and art in general.

Well, think of my post as a blues song: if I can communicate or get you feel emotion, I did my job.

 

Regards,

Enrico


About me - I define myself a voice and not a writer. What I do is sending messages through texts and images. I draw my plots from the conflict between the characters and the surrounding environment. To narrate the jars is what I intend to do with my books.

After a ten-year experience as a union delegate, I got into themes like job, professions and arts.

The stories I tell are plausible, set in the suburbs, at the bus stop or little neighborhood train stations, in a mall or in a bar. My characters turn out to be defeated, isolated, disillusioned, inconsistent with the environment, are figures looking for a sense which is either forbidden or adverse.


I remain faithful to two principles inspired by Emil Cioran and Raymond Carver, which I quote in the subsequent lines.

Enrico

What is a book?

A book should open old wounds, even inflict new ones. A book should be a danger. What should books be used for? To learn? No, of course, just go to school if you want to learn. No; I believe that a book should really be a wound, that it should somehow change the reader's life. 

Emil Cioran 

 

Side effects.   

If we're lucky, writer and reader alike, we'll finish the last couple of lines of a story and then just sit for a minute in silence. Ideally, we will reflect on what we've just written or read; maybe our hearts or intellects will have been moved off a little ahead from where they were before. Our body temperature will rise or fall by a degree. Then, breathing evenly and steadily once more, we will recompose ourselves, writers and readers alike, we will get up, "created of warm blood and nerves" as a Chekhov character puts it and go on to the next thing: Life. Always life.

Raymond Carver


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