The woman who talked to the books of Dante Maffia
John Pistoia
"The know is an act of contrition
that must be constantly on "
(Dante Maffia, The woman who talked to the books)
As I happens with books that Clutching , I read two times the volume of Dante Maffia "The woman who talked to the books." Some parts more than twice. Why? It is perhaps difficult to understand for me? No. It is an enjoyable book from the first page and read it rattles off with ease. This is a virtue but also a great limit: the risk to the hasty reader is enchanted by the writing polished, elegant, refined, sophisticated and, therefore, not enjoy all the delights that hide the pages. The call, if I can put forward a tentative suggestion is to read the text Maffia calmly, sitting serenely on a sofa or in the shade of a large tree, now that spring arrives.
do not know if the author has enjoyed in thinking and writing this book, or allowed himself to be caressed by nostalgia, with memories of his life, images of places visited, dreams, desires. I do not know whether he wanted to get away from reality, dreaming about facts, speeches, interviews, aspirations, or it is to get carried away by the philosophy, poetry, storytelling, literature. I do not know whether he wanted to put to rest in a corner of one's thought of the many readings, books written numerous volumes carefully preserved, and quiet, however, with these pages, sometimes funny, provocative, sometimes romanticized, in a vision of life events recounted in a disenchanted, and innocently take himself around and the reader.
Why, I have these feelings? But because the volume of Maffia is all this and more. You dream and autobiography, is truth and fantasy, mature reflection and student spirit is love, passion for art, poetry, literature, great writers and is irony over everything and everyone. Man appears giant of knowledge, a view that intelligence know how to write wonderful things, infinite artistic sensibility, but the man there also seems to be vain, ambitious, full of defects, a subject to be small, a grain lost in the wonder and chaos of the universe.
Maffia, in fact, knows collect events and facts of everyday life and transport them into the realm of fantasy, and from that reign down on a daily basis. Collects truth become dreams, fantasies that become reality. The reader will wonder if that particular episode is true, it is likely, is pure invention. No matter get answers: it is literature and, as such, simple and complex mystery and harmony, wreaths of red peppers and privilege of the word. It is also poetry. Pages poetic occur suddenly, as he says with irony in an episode, or is characterized by a character, describes an event. Maffia emerge as if by magic in the poet, who expresses flying butterflies enigmatic complexity of the human soul and, in particular, the being of man: a mystery, thought, emotion.
The text is a collection of short stories, yet the weaving of these tales are a novel, fascinating, captivating, original. Pages that make us think, reflect and combine with notes pointedly bizarre curious, funny. That's why I'm still wondering if Dante Maffia has enjoyed writing this book, or has suffered a bit '. For I am all in these seemingly simple tales: the torment of man, the weight of living, the lightness of life, wisdom, irony, complexity, superficiality, the dream of greatness and eternity, the small human aspirations of everyone. But most of all love for books, knowledge, learning, pay homage to the word throughout the spasm of poetry.
Dante Maffia
The woman who talked to books
EdiLet
Edilazio Literary
Rome 2010
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