Sunday, October 31, within the national initiative "in October raining books" St. John the library With the help of the town of Pesaro, organized the event "My book: Marathon reading for everyone. Marathon in the library reading aloud. "
flyer on the event read " We all have a book that has marked important steps in our lives. To share your story about an existential node, the classic essential for us, the novel that has the most passionate, you come to the library and participate in the marathon reading. "
How to refuse such an invitation? Well to be honest if I had not had the pressure of friends and a high dose of unconsciousness probably would not have made a kind of madness!
And there I was to read aloud a passage taken from the novel "Damage Damned" by Victoria A. that with you share:
"Nothing happened", "could have been worse," along with "But stop it! I do not know what you have to complain ..." are the choruses that have always accompanied the disastrous deeds and the inevitable collapse of house damage. Already, the damage. Opposed in principle to any physical law of gravity, believed to be invisible, flying and you can walk through walls. They and their family tree that looks like a tropical pitcher plant, ready to shrunken if we accidentally get entangled. Where they pass the damage is not anything, even the buildings disappear. A family, a name, a destiny to do damage. To themselves and to others. A person, animal or things that have had the bad idea to cross their path. And this is the step of hammering leitmotiv: "Not to worry, everything is under control," that things over the years, have taken the leads in the apparent general distraction.
objects in our house, always had the gift to materialize and dematerialize according to the interpretation of the moment when they were needed were still join us if anyone had dispossessed them from time, when but no one was looking for was claimed not to know either of them ever possessed before. During these periods, gradually and with discretion, such that almost do not observe it, at other times without any restraint and in mass, the entire contents of the house has made its exit through the front door not to return ever again: pinched, attached, sold or expropriated from the time the officers came for the kidnapping. The furniture ceased to exist from day to day and in those circumstances, it would simply stop, without comment, to eat on a dining table or to find the sheets in a particular closet, because both were gone . In these cases, after a moment of surprise mixed with resignation, it had to look elsewhere with air tediata thinking: "There's the cupboard. But yes, that banal object "
And when he came to miss something as big as the grand piano Stanway & Sons, and inconsiderate some had wondered aloud what had happened, a whistle snarling "What piano?" spoken through clenched teeth and lips had closed for ever the hard question. Anyone who does this kind of gaffes rushed to remedy the situation by pretending to be wrong, the victim of a mistake, a distraction: yes, maybe he saw a piano, little, old man, who had been there for some time, but who knows that had happened! In the basement? Thrown away? Got some cousin who wanted to strum? Those who remembered him more! The impression left on the carpet was just a drawing of the plot.
Damage from home If you could get out of everything, no one beat the edge, but there was one thing that you could not get to do absolutely anything, for any reason in the world: reality. You should always smile and give the impression of being not only happy but also blessed not to notice that the radiators were turned off in December, there was no hot water for washing, the phone was regularly cut, which most often lacked the light and, when there was thank you had a jumper abusive. And there was a creditor, surely a maniac, which rang at all hours of day and night emitting roars infernal purposes only intimidating.
But this bold and defiant attitude, unfortunately, has limitations in the long run. And from today, tomorrow and in the end, in the same manner of movable and without warning, the house is gone, as a whole. Even in this circumstance, however, was crucial to pretend to believe that soon we would have returned and it was a simple misunderstanding, a simple matter. My mother, Anna, was continue to believe that the queen of not-so-where all alone defending his kingdom from enemy attacks and to convince himself that, after many adventures - including that of stealing his file from the court - she would have succeeded. The departure of his royal residence had been made for her embarrassing and unfortunate, of course unexplained, but within a few seconds she had already succeeded in spreading the blame on all those who in one way or another they were around the .
However, the auction house is gone, and Anna was thrown out without even time to take his things and have no other place to go to a hotel by the hour behind the Cemetery where the prostitutes turned naked through the halls. Did not take it so bad: after just a couple of nights had made new friends to play cards and dressed like a fifteen had resumed at full pace and his social life at night. Of course also the lifestyle blamed us saying that if we had done more with you, you would not need to go out every night not to be alone, combined in this way for more.
This law of materialization and dematerialization, as well as to things, also applied to people who at one point there were no more, but was never certain until the end if he were really dead. Simply, no one knew where they were going to end, but we still talk about this in no doubt that someday, maybe, could reappear.
Now the book is in the competition "The book of books marathon 2010". Voting will expire 14/11/2010. Voting is anonymous and easy. Just send an email to
biblioteca@comune.pesaro.it
subject line write the name of the event:
My book: marathon for everyone. In
message:
My vote is for "Damned damage" to win A.
Thanks to those who want to vote! : D
Of course I can not help also to share my reading out loud;)
