The revelation
The last post of this trip to Nowhere is dedicated to readers.
I have received several comments, even if no one has been delivered directly to your blog.
Some, a very romantic woman, liked the love story between "she" and "him" that dialogue. In another liked the writing so different from the usual, evocative and very mature.
The men have been limited to generic compliments on the shape of the post.
My dear friend Laura has guessed the slight catch of a multi-layered narrative, in which the protagonists, perhaps too humanized, were nothing more that the two sides of the same personality, 'Es and superego . A Ego dialoguing internally, trying different approaches to major issues of life, the mystery of the origin of everything to the eschatological issues more closely.
Why I wrote this and why I used a form so different from the usual?
Starting from the second question, that is not my usual style of writing makes me crazy: too heavy, rhetorical, full of subordinate joint that will make uncomfortable reading and not at all exciting. It all begins with a bet with myself and then shared with others, write a book, something strong. The title should be "kill me", with a complex plot and happy ending. A sort of diary in which the late-adolescent moods of a young would have to conduct a process of purification after the insane idea to take her life. It is not really my thing. I wanted to try anyway, writing a "chapter zero" and by repeating the same exercise with a person who can write much better than me. His writing was markedly superior to mine in shape and construction. A lesson that has convinced me to desist from that undertaking.
Then, after the death of my father and a general rethinking about some aspects of my life, I decided to write with a different approach, dealing with issues that were truly interested in me. But it was mostly a write healing because he gave vent to the deepest sorrow of the most recent period of my existence. Along with a different attitude towards others and some questions I had in years old acquaintances, the therapeutic effect was effective and lasted a long time, until today.
Score: writing a more congenial to shape my personality and issues. Not to mention a "Ettore 2.0", which in a few days from his forties, lives in a more complete and peaceful his life, occupying this tiny space on the Web Let my 24 readers, as Manzoni said, seem to like.
With one subtle difference and that Alexander has had at least ten million more than mine.
fame after death?
can wait ...
