It was too hot to write today. He couldn’t concentrate. And he had completely forgotten to ask the village fishermen for a tour of the islands. From where he sat, he could clearly see them coming in, their nets loaded with fresh fish. Alex wiped his fingers over his lips, deep in thought. He was losing concentration on his book. He found it more revealing to meet the people in flesh and blood, than to take deceiving pictures of the breathtaking landscape, for this, he realized, was a bitter island, where survival was a daily challenge, and love and passion a mere by-product. Yes, the mothers loved their children and the husbands loved their wives, but it all seemed functional to reproduction and their collective prosperity. And Rea, who was barely surviving, was considered a loser because of her sinful femininity, an outcast, an encumbrance to their ultimate design of prosperity. He pushed his chair back and walked to the piazza and into the shop where Don Antonio had just finished serving a customer.
What do You think about The Obsession And The Fury?
