There are young guys who write and write well. This applies for example to see that Matt Zadra (Cicorivolta, 2010) gives us a very enjoyable, though still immature, literary debut.
The fast-paced, lighthearted us into a world of "people" and "looks", words spoken and unspoken, of admiration and contempt, dreams of voluntary and involuntary.
That "see" the infinite place is actually an imperative from which we can not escape: the author first takes us by the hand and then pulls us forcing the reader to open your eyes wide, "observe" before they "understand" .
There is an air that is not very Italian, flavored with unwanted or convoluted references to the movies (American?), In some literature at the turn of the nineties and noughties, with sounds that bring a sense at the same time anxiety and play.
The game, in fact. The playful aspect is that here is "fun" and "imitation" carries with it all the elements that make up the novel traits dark, loneliness, psychopathy on the one hand, the need for sunshine and disengagement (always with a hint intentionally bitter) on the other.
Zadra is inspired by Palahniuk, but more as a goal to be achieved and as a totem to be pursued. But if there is a hall of mirrors must accept it because no one understands how the American writer of our time (not so much with the acclaimed - and beautiful - with works such as Fight Club, Choke). In an era without the "masters", Zadra rises himself to this role and is an act that goes beyond the banal "investiture." The look that requires us Zadra is on our own time, an attempt sketchy, but on the whole successful, to affirm its existence in a society that does not have time neither to understand nor to "see." For this and many other merits need to compliment this young writer who dared to try. If he can then fine-tune the heat of writing and language solutions (and putting a greater commitment to audit) we can read in the future, I'm sure, works of great value. I wish him.
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