Showing posts with label quiet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quiet. Show all posts

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Sandro Veronesi

With regards to translations, I've found out that Quiet Chaos is available in English. I don't know if the translation is good though. It must have been challenging to translate the above mentioned book into English as the author has a very peculiar style.

As for XY, his last book, I must admit that is very good. I enjoyed Caos Calmo (Quiet Chaos) but I found it too long. It could have been -say- 100 pages shorter. XY is a thriller (or a mistery book? I'm not sure...) that revolves around 10 very strange murders which occur in a small and isolated mountain village, all 10 in one day at the same time. Nothing new, right? Fear somehow relates to the mountains (i.e. Misery, The Shining). The murders seem unrelated but they must be linked as the bodies are found in one place. What is interesting is that the reader experience the story through the perspectives of two characters and one of them has something to do with the murders due to a weird thing that happens to her the day when the bodies are found.

I'm reading it, it has been intriguing so far. Bravo Veronesi.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

It's oh so quiet

Slept well? I did, even if the burglar alarm rang twice right after midnight. I was sleeping like a baby and I didn't understand from where the sound came from. We checked it and realized that it didn't work properly. To my surprise it took me only ten minutes to fall asleep again. And now... it's oh so quiet again. My big boy is under the table while I'm writing on my laptop. I'm in the living room and I can see the garden from here. I love my house. It's my grandparents' house and I've always lived here. This is typical Italian I know that, but I can't move from here. The house is mine now and I'd like to raise my children in such an environment, not too far from a big city but far enough to breath some fresh air and live more outdoor. Besides, we have a garden and enough indoor space. To be honest, if far too much for just the two of us. I'm not sure how I would adjust to a major change, such as having children (well, even only one!) around. I'm used to quietness and until now I've pretty much done whatever I've wanted. If I'd like to spend two hours reading in the garden I can do it without hearing almost nothing excepts for the birds. Don't get me wrong, I don't live neither in a royal palace nor in a national park but in a nice area which allows me to have space on my own. I can afford it because it's not Milan, Florence or Rome. It's not a city. I don't care living in a big city. I work in the city but at the end of the day I have to come back here. It's also because I don't have to commute every day and this makes life easier. Someone might find it boring and it is if one works here. Moreover, we are not "glued" to these old walls: we go out for dinner, or for a concert or whatever and we go to "the city". We enjoy it but no matter how late it is, we have to come back here. Home, sweet home.