Welcome back on this blog, which begins with a new heading will read every two weeks. It is confidentially Writer [Book] , a column on which this review is not written by me but by a writer / writer who has been asked to present a book .
The first round is for the lively and very patient Loredana La Puma, author of the trilogy dell'Averon with two books already on the assets side (you can find my review of the first book the circle is closed) and there has already granted a nice interview! Decided to introduce The Man with the Golden Bell of Lavinia Scolari. You have the floor.
certainly The Man with the Golden Bell is the most extraordinary literary debut that I have come across so far. Meanwhile, do not seem like a debut, not presenting any of those naive or uncertainties normally encountered almost all the works first. The stylistic maturity of this young author (born 1984) is indeed amazing. You can not easily setting a specific genre (like all works of true merit, escapes any attempt at classification). You could call it a novel generic fantastic (the label of the fantasy is very narrow), but also the term "novel" (or "long story") is likely to prove restrictive for a text that even has shares in the form of pure dialogue, like a dramatic text. With the confidence of a veteran, Lavinia Scolari is allowed to do this and more, for example, entrust the execution of the story to a chorus of narrative voices which alternate continuously, or jump back and forth with ease along the timeline of the story .
But here's the miracle. The miracle is that a particular text as it is also incredibly beautiful. A beauty pure and simple, in which the formal virtuosity is not never an end in itself (as happens more often with the experiments), but instead is placed at the service of a beautiful and touching story, and elusive dream what you want, but at the same time understandable because it close to the heart of us all. It speaks of elementary feelings, real and deep, complex and yet simple (just as it is this story): love, friendship, nostalgia, regret, fear ... fear of oblivion, the inexorable passage of time and erase everything, sometimes leaving just a faint memory, but there are also the acceptance of an inevitable fate that all the things of this world share a fate that probably is not as dramatic as one might thinking. Just as the extraordinary character of Kassandra, in fact, this story is full of multiple meanings of hope.
amazing how in just one hundred twenty-seven pages of a book you can find all this and more. This is true talent, a talent that not everyone has: to be able to create with the words (with very few words) clear, sharp and powerful and complex characters alive, which in the very first time might seem rarefied and unique, but after a few pages will recognize immediately as a part of us.
will not talk about the plot: it is better that the reader discover for himself, even at the cost of being slightly disoriented at the beginning, but is a loss of short duration, because - to paraphrase a wonderful passage from the book - when you're dreaming you're not there to question the nature of dreams or their veracity, you agree that you are shown only for what it is. Only add that this story starts from the myth and the myth is nurtured, and probably part of his strength lies in this: the myths of classical antiquity can be vague memories now, simple reflexes, but are somehow part of us, are inside of us (another possible key to reading the novel?), our entire culture, even though very often we forget, has ancient roots and is based on those that today are regarded as fables, but that still contain unexpected pearls (or Tears?) of truth. So when we are told (or rather, remember) that the sleep and death are brothers, and that children are the Dreams of Sleep, but that they all serve a larger gentleman, inexorable, something leaps in our bosom, and we excited about the value of these timeless images. As was already said to Tolkien, myths are not the lies, they tell us about what is true and real, and Lavinia Scolari seems to know this very well.
I wrote a papyrus, but I really wanted. Because this little book, "small" only in appearance, gave me a feeling that I was afraid of not being able to prove: the wonder at the immense power of the written word, I was kidnapped, I was moved, left indelible images in my mind. It may be useful, not to miss any of the references in the text, read up briefly on the mythical characters mentioned (Nereus, Glauco, Iris, Hermes, Morpheus, Fantasy, Leander, I, Cassandra, Circe, Hecate ... I put them all?: P). Among other things, the author has added a small appendix in his blog just this purpose.
For the rest, a Board of heart, buy this book and read it. It is really worth. It will be like living a beautiful dream that will give foamy seas and mirrors broken, huge rooms and obscure caves, nothing lost in the crossroads and faces carved into the wood. And, on the whole, continue to reverberate in your mind the ringing of a bell of gold.
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