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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Andrea Biscaro's "Il Vicino"
Up to the last two chapters, “Il Vicino”, by Andrea Biscaro, is a thriller that rivets you from the first line. An anguished situation in crescendo: the protagonist — a painter of some fame who lives in the countryside with a cat after a divorce — receives a snuff film in which he appears as the protagonist. It is a pornographic amateur video, in which torture is shown, culminating in the death of the victim, specifically a woman whom, after sex, he cuts off the head with a saw. Let’s say that the various crime sequences in the novel are too splatter but still functional to the genre. The painter, who does not remember ever having done anything so brutal, lives isolated in the countryside of Tuscia, near a village that can be traced back to Pitigliano, as beautiful as it is disturbing legacy of ancient Etruscan testimonies. A strange character has recently come to live next to him, an architect with fascinating but ambiguous ways. Page after page the fear grows. Biscaro is very good at rendering the expansion of horror, the feeling of being more and more trapped, the threat.
By Patrizia Poli3 years ago in Humans
Inside Out
I‘ve been inside for three years now. The world outside begins to fade a little. They closed me here when I decided, I let them catch me. Not that it feels bad, but space is very limited. A few square meters, many people of all colors, an always clogged bathroom and a leaky faucet that keeps me awake at night. The food is a bit poor, the coffee is a “ciofega”, but we eat three times a day, we have hot meals, television, infirmary, internet connection, a small cinema for Sunday. This prison is no worse than many others and was the most handy.
By Patrizia Poli3 years ago in Fiction
Emanuele Marcuccio's "Anima di Poesia"
Rather than analyzing Emanuele Marcuccio’s poetic collection, “Soul of Poetry” — work already largely accomplished in the impressive self-exegesis, in the preface, in the afterword and in the weighty critical apparatus attached, in which I thank him for quoting me with such good judgment — I prefer to focus my attention precisely on the general concept on which the volume is based. I wonder if, as it is desirable, the production of this young author were to continue for many years to come, how cumbersome would the volumes dedicated to his short poems become, including explanatory notes, dedications, bibliographies, biographies, introductions and comments?
By Patrizia Poli3 years ago in Humans
Ephemereal
The marsh still wrapped in a damp dawn, she has just extricated her wings and now she opens them, shaking, watching them against the light, surprised and grateful. She has four: two in the front, developed and strong, and two behind, weak but complete. She doesn’t know she’s an ordinary flyer. She spreads her wings and goes up, full of longing, of hope, of promise. She’s young and strong, and she has a whole life ahead.
By Patrizia Poli3 years ago in Fiction
Fabio Pasquale's "Il Lavoro della Polvere"
It is rare that the debut novel by a little-known author is so sharp in content and lucid in form. “The work of the dust”, by Fabio Pasquale, is a very well written noir that keeps you nailed from the first to the last page.
By Patrizia Poli3 years ago in Humans
How to Overcome Social Anxiety
On a blog I found this sentence: “I like to keep people at a distance. Because I’m socialphobic”. I had never put it in these terms but I think it is the most beautiful definition of social anxiety that I have heard: it is all there, the social phobia, in keeping people at a distance. I was disappointed when the friends, towards whom I felt affection, with whom I seemed to be attentive, and I deluded myself that they liked me, then called me “unfriendly”. Well, now everyone knows that I’m unfriendly: woe to those who come near!
By Patrizia Poli3 years ago in Confessions
