Claudio Piersanti was a name that sounded familiar when I read it on the shelf of the library, written in white on the ocean blue is the cover of his new novel. Some time ago, however, was a name totally foreign and new to my eyes. This time, the cover had the dark background, and stood out violent red of her hair, leans forward in the pose that covered almost the entire face. That book was "The return home of Henry Metz" and I must say that my memory has a nice jump back when I reread the author's name on a new novel, a few months ago. I remember a feeling of lightness that I felt when I read that novel, and some images, frozen in time, that the pace of reading. In particular, I have in mind the image of an autumn park with red and brown leaves that fall to the ground to read. Although this novel has a very introspective narration, as it had been the other, although this time there is a different item that struck me. Albert is a writer of television drama, this work years ago with his colleague Guido, and although there may be in his thoughts some regret for not having devoted more to the world of cinema, all things can considered a person satisfied with their lives. However, regular and balanced lives are there to be disturbed by extraordinary events, and what could be more extraordinary for a man, a woman? Following an accident, Albert knows the corridors of a hospital, the young Lucia, practically a kid compared to him, with whom he forms a bond that is immediately understood to be destined to become, a little later, a real report love. We see a representation of the life of this older man from the moment they enter to join Lucia in which we read as a first step a crescendo of emotions, but later we see their decline. Alberto faces, perhaps against his will, thoughts and feelings that always accompany him, but have rarely reached the level of consciousness, brought to the surface of his soul by the freshness and exuberance of Lucia, which slowly takes the field in his closed little world and narrow, leading with them the news. A novelty made of bodies that are discovered and wish to join and separate, and that you are looking for, but also a novelty made of tufts of strawberry yogurt cups and left around the house. Thus, with the wind carried the girl, events happen in the life of Albert, as the final separation from a partner in a life and starting new jobs, restructuring the holiday home and participating in certain social events, but Albert can not set aside a growing concern: what's the future hold? And what the future expects him to do?
Moving on a difficult border of the introspective analysis of a man now well into the doubts and discomforts of maturity on the one hand, and the ambitions and frustrations of a woman in the prime of youth on the other hand, Claudio Piersanti paints a wonderful portrait of couples , a drama in two acts in which the first witness to the explosion of positive emotion, the enthusiasm of newness to the exaltation of sex experienced by the nakedness of the bodies, while in the second is the one that remains when dreams and ambitions collide with reality, and it cracks, leaving a trace some cracks indelible. All filtered through the twisted psyche of a man voluntarily Isolate from the world, who can not help but take refuge in the silence of his home and his routine. But when all that had come to disturb this balance disappears, here is the specter of depression that creeps in the mind of Albert, who unknowingly is punished for what he has or has not been able to do and when that relationship
"Days naked "is a novel intense, melancholy yet joyful, very intimate and introspective but also tied in glove to the materiality of bodies and actions. A novel should be read consistently and without pause, because only then if they can fully appreciate the profound significance and the positive message that comes out at the end.
After a perfect sleep, Alberto awoke excited as when a child had been present in the bicycle race. His father was to pick up after work and receiving capacity at home and it was already night. Not being able to try it once had been content to dream and in the morning he woke up early to see her again: her beautiful Bianchi! Just as then, his eyes were still fill of Lucia. Pulled back the sheet and buried in the contemplation of his body. That path beauty had just started and he realized that would take him away. Someone had said that perfection is reached when you have something in abundance and you can lull some to have full and still wake up at will. Easy to recognize the array of infantile desire. As infants do not understand, in their passion? Within hours, had returned infant. The infant of a woman much younger than him.
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