be read in the mountains. Possibly during the winter ... with snow!
A beautiful novel that explores the psychology of people "far away" mentality of the "urban people". Veronesi
remains a skillful storyteller. Very good exercise to show two different views (as in Queneau's Exercises in Style , so to speak ...)
The narrative alternates between the ego a priest and a psychiatrist (XY notes ...) is Found a better narrative.
really a good novel compelling than those that occur rarely, and you'd have time to be able to finish in one night "dark and stormy."
certainly very different from the more famous Quiet Chaos , Which describes a rather bourgeois world metropolis.
Synopsis: "I told the police, I told the prosecutor, I told everyone who asked me" what you see? ": The tree, we have seen, the tree is frozen. It was the first thing we saw on arrival at the forest - and even after, when we saw the rest, was the only thing we've seen a whole. The tree. He was there in his place, at the mouth of the forest, as always crystallized in its coat of ice, whose transparency was overshadowed by fresh snow - but it was red. It was red, so, as if Beppe Formento, in the ice, he'd put cherry syrup in the cannon. In fatal that white was the only thing that kept a form, and it seemed - no exaggeration - on, of that inner button auroral light that I still find myself dreaming. Dream the transparency red, yes, even today, and dream without the tree, now, more without even the shape of the tree: the dream that color and nothing else. Imprisoned in a sunset sky of gelatin, a curtain of red quartz drops on my sleep, a huge Charms candy that you eat the world, I continued to dream of the red transparency and continue to do so, because this is what we have seen, When we arrived at the forest. What have you seen? We saw a tree full of frozen blood. "
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