Patrizia Poli
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Patrizia Poli was born in Livorno in 1961. Writer of fiction and blogger, she published seven novels.
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Tra Livorno e Genova, il poeta delle due città Omaggio a Giorgio Caproni a cura di Patrizia Garofalo e Cinzia Demi
There are literary essays that enlighten, enrich, make people say: “Here, this is exactly what I thought and felt”. There are others dripping academia, for example those read on university days, when you had to waste an hour, not to study the poet or novelist in question, but just to understand what the critic meant with his nebula jumble of words. We students ended up telephoning one another, asking: “But what did you get?” We tried to reconstruct the thread of the discourse, to “translate” the text into an understandable Italian, laboriously linking the subject and the predicate. Often, in the end, once paraphrased and vulgarized, the essay could be summed up in three or four key concepts. We felt, then, the need to move away from a world made up only of people talking to themselves, and immerse ourselves in real life, in concrete things.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Humans
A Single Summer
He had something lingering in his chest, he was looking at the whitened tips of the cypress trees, at the terracotta tiles on the sides of the gate, at the lemons numbed by the cold and slowly filling with snow, at the trees twisted and depressed as his own mood was. He had walked up and down leaning on crutches, pondering her absence, seeking solace in her objects scattered around the house, in the orderly row of books in her library. He had passed his finger on the cover of the leather agenda in which she, sitting under an olive tree, wrote her poems, until last October. He wondered why she had not taken her medication with her, all the pills that she took every day, at set hours, with meticulous patience.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Humans
When I was Stupid
Damn Professor Zimmergaut. Who asked him to make that hole in my brain? To say it as it is, it is my mother’s fault. Yes, okay, but what about me? Did they inquire if it suited me? “But you were mentally incapacitated”, they would say. “They” are my family. “And I was better off!” I would answer, indeed, I answer, because for four months now, I have been repeating it to everyone. To be precise, four months minus twenty days. I spent the first five to regain consciousness, the other fifteen to settle down a bit. The real tragedy began later.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
Dracula
Perhaps if Abraham (Bram) Stoker (1847–1912) had not suffered from an illness that forced him to bed until the age of eight, the themes of endless sleep and resurrection from the world of the dead would not have inflamed his imagination so much. The miraculous healing, the physical recovery of which he was the protagonist, capable of transforming an infirm into an athlete, has much in common with the myth of the vampire who, through blood, rejuvenates, regenerates his tissues, inverts the course of nature.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
Before Dawn
You’re looking out of the window, tears wet your throat and mix with the sweat on your chest, you writhe with stomach pain, you shudder. Nothing is as you believed, she hated you and you did not know. It was real hatred, otherwise she would not have said those horrible things, she would not have called you a failure. Wait, what did she say exactly? Ah, yes, “You’re a borne failure, you’re a loser by nature, Thomas, and “he” is worth a thousand times more than you in bed.”
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Humans
Grimm Brothers
Jacob Ludwig Karl Grimm (1785–1863) and Wilhelm Karl Grimm (1786–1859) were very close brothers, to the point that, when one of the two started a family, the other went to live with him. Numerous disappointments then led them to shut themselves in their fantasy world, a bit like what happened to Tolkien in the last part of his life. Born in Hanau, near Frankfurt, they were linguists and philologists, founding fathers of German studies, authors of a very important dictionary which was completed posthumously only in the sixties. Jakob is also renowned in glottology for the famous law that takes his name: the first consonantal rotation (Erste Lautverschiebung).
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Humans
Milly Dandolo, "Il dono dell'innocente"
If it weren’t for the fact that the book is yellowed, flecked, cracked, if it weren’t for the fact that the edition (Garzanti 1942) is a reprint of the original for the Treves types of 1926, I would say that the style of “The Gift of the Innocent” by Milly Dandolo is similar to that of many contemporary authors, surprisingly modern for the time, albeit fully influenced by the decadent climate. It is no coincidence that Dandolo, in addition to being a writer for children — a collaborator of “Il Giornalino” at the age of fourteen together with Gian Burrasca’s Vamba — was also a translator of foreign masterpieces. Italian versions and adaptations of Dickens, Maupassant, Katherine Mansfield, Bernardin de Saint Pierre, D. H. Lawrence and Barrie are due to her.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Humans
Marina Morgatta Savarese, "La bruttina che conquista"
I pick up these two thin, pink booklets, “The Ugly one who Conquer” and “How to keep a man”, with inviting designs on the cover and, let’s face it, maybe after the critical tome on Proust or Hesse they attract me a lot for the appetizing and fluffy chick lit aspect, even if we are not dealing with novels here. The expectationsthey create are two and they are both disappointed: that the little books in question are badly written, and they are not, and that they say something new by solving my problems, and they don’t even do that.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Journal
