For a fortunate event, that is, thanks to the student to the school who works at a publishing house, we received the news in three languages, including Italian, and so I could read books I never found myself. One of these, memory of the living, of such Rosella Milone, Naples, just forty or so in three long stories that fascinated me, and that from the first page. I am happy to read it and add it to my writers 'family', those that doctors and care and neither does the doctor or the doctor-of-mutual. I see a way of writing, which is not only a style, but a glimpse of reality, things that happen or not happen, different ... That's quick to say it is not easy to explain, but these young writers for me look at reality with new eyes, because they live in a different way, because the reality has changed dramatically, and they may give witness more than their male colleagues. I think of Parrella and I think our Moure, including a bond at an unconscious level. Some looked at other women writers of our generation or earlier, our mothers and our grandmothers. Hard to explain in a post but I feel like that and if I can explain its should do so. I really enjoyed reading the words.
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