I feel now that the novel we are presenting today does not belong to the genre of chick lit, but it's a text worth reading because it addresses issues still relevant. I concosciuto the sensitive author of this book called hate, deception of life , published by Area, thanks to Luana Troncanetti and a. .. Facebook.
I let you have the floor, inviting you to read this very interesting work.
I let you have the floor, inviting you to read this very interesting work.
Prima di raccontare del mio secondo romanzo, credo sia opportuno presentarmi, come solitamente si usa per iniziare a conoscere una persona: mi chiamo Patrizia Targani Iachino , il secondo cognome indica non uno stato nobiliare ma più semplicemente il legame con il mio paziente marito (scrivere “paziente”, riferendosi a un medico sembra un segno del destino!). Sono un’ imprenditrice , nel senso che è una vera e propria impresa (fatica) seguire la mia piccola azienda, direi a conduzione familiare, gestita da due soci e con due dipendenti. Avevo vent’anni quando piena di entusiasmo giovanile ho investito il mio capitale in quest’azienda e oggi ho deciso di aprirne un’altra personally run by investing in myself.
is not easy to talk about themselves, I write a lot easier . Just through writing I can give voice to the most hidden part of me that even I myself knew. Indeed, the very first pages written straight off, I understand it, rereading it, that somehow within me cohabited creatures who needed to seek the light and my pen was the magic touch that, freeing them, gave them a voice. At first thought to be possessed by different kinds of women of different ages who trembled and waved to attract attention from me. I spent a period letter rio " molto fertile e pure caotico durante il quale scrivevo qualunque cosa: pensieri, poesie, la prima bozza di Odio e in contemporanea la stesura del mio primo romanzo pubblicato nel 2005, Riflessi . Non a caso era la storia di una donna affetta da sdoppiamento della personalità , una sorta di dott. Jackill e mister Hide al femminile, come fossi io stessa la vittima inconsapevole di un’apparente lotta tra due donne.
Quasi per gioco ho partecipato a un concorso internazionale letterario , vincendo il secondo premio ( Il Maestrale – Marengo d’Oro di Sestri Levante ), caricandomi di nuovi stimoli. E’ with this feeling in my heart that I have adopted the draft hate, born from reading articles in women's magazines and, above all, inspired by a particular letter, addressed to the Director of the newspaper, in which he asked for help on how to behave following the betrayal of her husband. I am very sensitive to the pain of women and all its nuances, so I came natural to wonder how I would behave if I had been in that situation.
The idea had already been drafted in the first draft of hate but not depth. Here then is one of my tenants me forcefully took his hand and wanted to wear the trappings of power protagonist. I did not know what would happen after the first few pages and, usually, I come to find out along with the player almost immediately after writing it. Silvia , painted in my image and likeness in both physical and in character, deals with real life courses and fantasy, although I wish to state that nothing is invented. Consider, in fact, works of fantasy texts such as Harry Potter or those of science fiction. I write the reality of life, events that happen or can happen to anyone. Do not invent anything to steal the daily reality, a bit complicated 'the lives of my characters in a continuing challenge to myself, testing my feelings, vibrating strings of my emotions and allowing me to live a life of its own protagonists. There is a kind of transerft in all this. When I write, I live really their story firsthand. Within, as the medium of Ghost in my player and I suffer with you, cry and laugh at what I unconsciously the same obligation to live and this is where imagination comes into play: my memories become those of the protagonist and the live events that are nothing but my dreams and my fears, as was sufficient for them to write or to live farther apart. As the fresh water river meets the salt water with the sea, eventually come together and thrilling experience for everyone.
why I instinctively came to address the issue of betrayal. Like all women I fear, with my main character in an extreme situation, I wanted to understand how I would have acted in his place. Everyone who first who then had to endure the lies and Silvia, a woman who has lived in cotton wool, surrounded by affection and well-being, a child-woman who has always regarded life as a game, has received its hardest tricks the people who most loved: his father before and after her husband. That is why the subtitle: " deceptions of life." Silvia has lived the abandonment of the father as a betrayal , breaking the spell she thought of living forever. I thought it appropriate
the repeated references to the world of fairy tales, written in italics to distinguish them from the narrative, reinforcing the contrast between the two worlds: the adult and the child of Silvia. The story of duality seems to repeat itself in my novels but as in Reflections I have highlighted the struggle between good and evil, in "Hate" tells the story of a girl who lives in the body of a woman. Life inflicts the pain of that force her to grow and identify a single person.
The evolution of the child and the painful transition from its world of fairy tales and princesses but harder than real life in all its haunting beauty, with its sorrows and joys. Even in a fairy tale is the wicked witch in the fairy tales, but the good always wins over evil, not in real life. You can always find the ogre behind the corner of a street.
The growing child learns to accept the bad that life may hold. The determined not to grow to stay in the gilded cage t'impedisce to live and not out in life, to avoid hurt, it also denies its joys, forcing you to look into your permanent house of dolls. If the girl opened the door of the house would perhaps also the big bad wolf, but surely, also many positive things and the whole world, as well as his life would be different and happier.
The novel written with the apparent need to address an issue that struck me is, in fact, a simple cover to reveal a much more serious problem that I had kept sealed in a chest in the bottom of my heart. I was twenty when I have been raped and another twenty have been silent, hiding my pain at all, pretending that it never happened. I wore my best smile and I lived with that until the writing has taken the lead, preventing me from continuing to bear a burden too heavy for me. That little girl who had suffered trauma so violent was unable to stay longer in silence allowed me to write it and then deal with the pain fully ripe, looking into his eyes. I added two pages of actual violence in a novel where there is the argument specifically but I'm pretty confused, like two black pearls in a sea of \u200b\u200bmud. It was not my intention to involve the reader in a personal drama but it was liberating for me that I had lived, turning a novel into a simple course of treatment. Today, more serene, I still have the scars of my past, but this affront to my face, sometimes smiling, sometimes not, live with my wrinkles in the heart conscious that will be no lifting that could pave, but proud to have given voice to my silence and had grown a little girl in me as the best of my children.
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