I can always be captivated by Alessandro Baricco's ability to hit the dark shadows of the feeling with his writing at the same time concise and profound. So I read his latest novel about Emmaus (Feltrinelli, 2009) in one breath. But I must say that after Ocean and sea Without blood, the mechanism of displacement obtained through waste into the abyss of pain is a little 'frayed.
Baricco In the new work seems to be to bleed to his reader in a spectacular way, using the same tools with which guts the characters are affected by fate or the influence of other men equally imperfect and wounded.
Is there anything else in the book: the crisis of the certainties of a group of Catholic fundamentalists, here exposed without shame in their contradictions on the edge of fanaticism, there is the emptiness of the new generations (Galimberti?), There the theme of the hypocrisy of bourgeois against prostitution, cross-dressing (who knows whether pre-or post Marrazzo) and diversity, there is the issue of guilt of the children towards their parents and their expectations:
"There it disarms the inclination to think that our life is, first, a final fragment of life for our parents, only entrusted to our care. As if we had been instructed in a moment of tiredness to take a moment for their valuable quell'epilogo - was expected of us who restituissimo, sooner or later, intact. They would then put back into place, forming the roundness of a life fulfilled, their. But our fathers tired, who had trusted us, we return the cut pieces of sharp objects out of hand. In such a dull streak of failure, we do not find time to think, nor the light of a rebellion. Only the muffled stillness of the blame. So we come back, life, when it is too late. "(p. 100).
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