Foreword.
The first thing I thought when I was asked to review a book for RCS was considered a mercenary. If I wanted to get other books to review, I should write a positive review in any case, that the book I liked or not. And the temptation in this sense, I admit, has been strong. I've also tried, and is proof of the file "Soriga.odt Review" I still hold that in the documents.
I started writing this positive review when I was still half the book and I was convinced that much of what I wrote. Last night I finished reading it. I had to change review.
Flavio Soriga, Love in London and other
places I do not like love stories. He loves you, she loves him but is an impossible love because she is married to the Other, which is a repressed homosexual and drug his wife at night, wearing his clothes and goes to dance while you sleep. Eventually he meets the other in a nightclub and falls in love instead of taking a punch: in that dress reminds her too much love.
No, no, no. It is not that stuff for me.
Love in London and other places is, think a bit ', a collection of love stories. Which, in theory, would exclude a priori from my well-stocked library. But it is also an attempt at prose poetry (poetry or prose, you name it), it must be considered from a stylistic point of view, I think, even more than content. The only thing that prompted me to proceed in reading, in fact, is the attempt to make the text a musical score. Successful attempt here, failed.
The collection has eight stories, long and short. Four alone are worth the price of the book, but only if you find it at half price. Others add little or nothing. Had I been the editor, I would have waited another story as good and I published a collection of only one hundred pages instead of one hundred and fifty, in smaller format and more affordable price. But fortunately and unfortunately, not a publisher. Apart
April, the best stories are the most short and can not be otherwise: Soriga uses a rhapsodic style difficult to handle without making forcing. The short form, and in this sense, it makes things easier. For this you will appreciate the fact that you are holding a novel. Are you tired story, jump to the next and if you need advice, ask the bones on the shorter ones, then go to the first story, the only long worthwhile read.
you read the first story (April ) you will notice a difference: Sardinian Soriga is. But quietly, the syntax is not Sardinian annoying or ridiculous ending, even the little that is heard and just like garlic in a good pasta with clams, is used to flavor a plate otherwise poor.
After all, there are collections of short stories perfect. You will always find stories that will please you, others will jump after the first few lines, it hardly matters. What matters is that, sooner or later you'll come across a story that will give you something. A tale of twenty, perhaps, ten to two hundred pages, but a story by itself, as is often said in reviews, worth the price of the book. In this sense, Soriga no exception. Far from being a perfect collection, you will always find something good.
I draw the conclusions. I do not recommend buying this book Soriga with eyes closed. Get it at the library, read a few stories and then decide whether it is worth buy it. Buy a book just to try to read it makes no sense, so there are libraries. It makes more sense to buy a book you've read and I liked it, knowing that one day you read it, highlight the most beautiful phrases, lending it to a friend or why not add a dedication on the title and give it to someone you care.
Love in London and other places Flavio Soriga is published by Bompiani. You can find it in the bookstore at 15 €, or in the library.
ps I've decided that the copy I was sent for review will end on the shelf innovations in the library where I work, available for anyone to read (and disagree).
pps One day I'll take this review and will move up a dedicated blog. For now, I greet you from here.
The first thing I thought when I was asked to review a book for RCS was considered a mercenary. If I wanted to get other books to review, I should write a positive review in any case, that the book I liked or not. And the temptation in this sense, I admit, has been strong. I've also tried, and is proof of the file "Soriga.odt Review" I still hold that in the documents.
I started writing this positive review when I was still half the book and I was convinced that much of what I wrote. Last night I finished reading it. I had to change review.
Flavio Soriga, Love in London and other
places I do not like love stories. He loves you, she loves him but is an impossible love because she is married to the Other, which is a repressed homosexual and drug his wife at night, wearing his clothes and goes to dance while you sleep. Eventually he meets the other in a nightclub and falls in love instead of taking a punch: in that dress reminds her too much love.
No, no, no. It is not that stuff for me.
Love in London and other places is, think a bit ', a collection of love stories. Which, in theory, would exclude a priori from my well-stocked library. But it is also an attempt at prose poetry (poetry or prose, you name it), it must be considered from a stylistic point of view, I think, even more than content. The only thing that prompted me to proceed in reading, in fact, is the attempt to make the text a musical score. Successful attempt here, failed.
The collection has eight stories, long and short. Four alone are worth the price of the book, but only if you find it at half price. Others add little or nothing. Had I been the editor, I would have waited another story as good and I published a collection of only one hundred pages instead of one hundred and fifty, in smaller format and more affordable price. But fortunately and unfortunately, not a publisher. Apart
April, the best stories are the most short and can not be otherwise: Soriga uses a rhapsodic style difficult to handle without making forcing. The short form, and in this sense, it makes things easier. For this you will appreciate the fact that you are holding a novel. Are you tired story, jump to the next and if you need advice, ask the bones on the shorter ones, then go to the first story, the only long worthwhile read.
you read the first story (April ) you will notice a difference: Sardinian Soriga is. But quietly, the syntax is not Sardinian annoying or ridiculous ending, even the little that is heard and just like garlic in a good pasta with clams, is used to flavor a plate otherwise poor.
After all, there are collections of short stories perfect. You will always find stories that will please you, others will jump after the first few lines, it hardly matters. What matters is that, sooner or later you'll come across a story that will give you something. A tale of twenty, perhaps, ten to two hundred pages, but a story by itself, as is often said in reviews, worth the price of the book. In this sense, Soriga no exception. Far from being a perfect collection, you will always find something good.
I draw the conclusions. I do not recommend buying this book Soriga with eyes closed. Get it at the library, read a few stories and then decide whether it is worth buy it. Buy a book just to try to read it makes no sense, so there are libraries. It makes more sense to buy a book you've read and I liked it, knowing that one day you read it, highlight the most beautiful phrases, lending it to a friend or why not add a dedication on the title and give it to someone you care.
Love in London and other places Flavio Soriga is published by Bompiani. You can find it in the bookstore at 15 €, or in the library.
ps I've decided that the copy I was sent for review will end on the shelf innovations in the library where I work, available for anyone to read (and disagree).
pps One day I'll take this review and will move up a dedicated blog. For now, I greet you from here.
