Nei giorni scorsi ho letto "XY", l'ultimo romanzo di Veronesi.
L'operazione di lancio del libro è interessante. Anzitutto un sito interattivo che permette di entrare subito nel racconto, eplorarne i personaggi, places. And even a series of video on youtube to emphasize, even more, a film matrix that underlies XY.
The book itself is not convinced me at all. I am not among those people who need to have an explanation for everything, do not bother me the open end, indeed, I find them stimulating. This sometimes, however, it becomes a limit, is undeniable. Veronesi
opens with a truly dazzling start, a full-scale X-Files that can not capture a former x-phile like me. U n horse back pulling a sled out of breath and scared empty. A group of bodies blown to pieces and killed in the most diverse collection of horror and death. A girl disappeared into thin air.
protagonists, voices that alternate from chapter to chapter, a man and a woman, a priest and a doctor.
And here the comparison with Mulder and Scully becomes more and more point: faith vs reason.
Veronesi but does not investigate the fact remains that the spring, but not the obsession of the book.
The reader would understand, but the author takes us instead to investigate other mysteries, perhaps more obscure and unintelligible, which may be the human mind and its deviations from the norm.
This operation is clearly not decisive, however, neither pacificatoria. One gets the impression that the characters pass through the story without in realtà risolvere nulla, senza sciogliere il mistero di tali morti, ma, al contempo, senza risolvere nemmeno i loro di conflitti.
Penso che l'intento di Veronesi fosse quello di mostrarci come l'orrore possa innescare determinati meccanismi e sia un cancro che tutto divora, ma anche che a questo siamo ormai abituati.
Un clichè, tutto sommato, anche se proposto in una veste abbastanza nuova e, talvolta, convincente al punto giusto.
Insomma, un libro riucito a metà, interessante, ma non abbastanza incisivo.
In tre giorni ho invece divorato " A voce alta ", libro di Bernhard Schlink da cui was adapted into a film that I saw. In this case, the encounter between a boy of 15 years and a mature woman, and their report is the spring - as was the massacre of Veronesi - that triggers the change and the torment of the protagonist.
The German writer handles itself a horror known, the Holocaust, but leaves it to run on a parallel track, present but not predominant. Topics covered in this book are many and deep. Anzittuto of a moral nature: the child, adult, does not know whether to help the former lover who is evidently determined to condemn rather than admit guilt of his illiteracy. The shame of the woman for her condition goes hand step to the shame of a nation that has just surpassed the Nazis but there is daily accounts. This has effects on the protagonist: he can not forget Hanna, and even when he finds their relationship remains uneasy and absolute, chained to a numbness that allows him to live to the end his feelings.
Unlike XY, however, in a loud voice to this anxiety, this research is not in vain, but instead leads to a process, certainly not conclusive, but constructive. There is a lot of growth in the characters of the book making Veronesi lacking somewhat sterile.
However two titles that you Board and shall be read quickly. ^ _ ^
Well me away for a few days to spend some 'friends (transfer to Genoa), her boyfriend (at least up to 6) and Christmas (Craft Fair and, especially, Christmas decoration of the house).
Good bridge at all!
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