Reading this book was a little like watching compelling footage of a massive train wreck: I knew it was going to end very badly for everyone involved, but I couldn't turn away. I repeatedly asked myself, "Why am I reading something this depressing?" The answer was always the same: the charact...
Na de bekende kaskrakers (Ik haal je op, ... ik ben niet bang, Zo God het wil...), valt deze Ammaniti een beetje tegen... De stijl is zoals steeds wel wervelend en levendig. Het verhaal is echter zeer barok en overladen van personages en situaties, de ene al burlesker dan de andere... Fantasie is...
Cinque stelle perchè...Perchè Ammaniti è l'unico scrittore italiano che comprerei a scatola chiusa, sulla fiducia. Perchè se mentre leggi un libro, ti accorgi di aver trattenuto il fiato e stretto i pugni, vuol dire che ti ha coinvolto fino in fondo. Perchè non riuscivo a smettere di leggerlo, no...
Premessa: è il terzo libro che leggo di Ammaniti ed è il primo che apprezzo veramente! "Che la festa cominci" mi aveva scioccato, era ridicolmente assurdo, mentre "Fango" mi pareva buono per metà. In realtà, ora credo che non fossi psicologicamente "pronta" per la scrittura di Ammaniti. Questo li...
Good, but darker and more violent than I expected. Mi è rimasta impressa la scena della protagonista che va in albergo a mettere a posto le idee.
At ten minutes past six, with the feather quilt pulled up underneath my chin, I was breathing with my mouth open. The house was quiet. The only sounds I could hear were the rain tapping against the window, my mother walking backwards and forwards between the bedroom and th...
The table was covered with bottles, coffee cups and dirty plates. The flies were buzzing over the remnants of the food. The cigarettes were overflowing from the ashtray, the chairs and armchairs were all awry. There was a reek of smoke. The door of my room was ajar. The ol...
‘What a thick black cloud that is!’ she said. ‘And how fast it comes! Why, I do believe it’s got wings!’ Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass 60 The terror dance began at half past ten in the evening, when a stormy front that had been tangled up for days among the mountain peaks was freed by ...