Meeting with Antonio Moresco Tuesday 3 February 2015 from 18:00 to 20:00 around its work: ” The little light”, published by Éditions Verdier. / Librairie Ombres Blanches.
Antonio Moresco was born in Mantua in 1947. Major figure in the contemporary narrative prose, It is without doubt one of the most inspired and the most delicate of Italian literature writers. Over the years 90, He has published numerous novels, News, plays and tests including Milanese editions Mondadori.
"I came here to disappear., in this abandoned and deserted hamlet which I am the only inhabitant. The Sun has just fade away behind the ridge line. The light goes. At this time, I am sitting a few meters from my little house, facing a steep plant. Watching the world about to be engulfed by the darkness. »
We shall know with precision what flees the narrator of the little light, probably the contemporary urban world, his disorder, its dissonances, probably also a weariness, a more intimate and more secret distress.
When the novel opens, It is already there, lonely and attentive, immersed in this landscape of mountains and forests including the night, falling, fade little by little the contours. Anchoress without faith and hope, disoriented, hitched or almost while this sheet of shadow falls down upon him and the space around, "... I breath., as if I chutais sitting on a swing on strings laid down some infinitely distant place in the universe". One foot in the novel, Another fable, serious and circumspect while he stands in this posture of balancing act, thus appears Antonio Moresco, The small light is the first book translated a large bibliography than this thin story, If he has set an example, Lets imagine all meditative and an impressive force.
The feature of Moresco is net, secure, meticulous, While it deploys its plot : a man immersed in a nature that proves to be chaotic, frantic, oppressive as the city and the crowd that he has quit ; solitude inhabited by the omnipresence of the animal world teeming in the sky and in the undergrowth ; peace and silence shortly broken by tremors that make the Earth tremble, the conversation of the swallows, the swarming of insects, fireflies and small raptors which abound in the foliage, the tug-of-war between between them plants for the occupation of space and, in the thick soil, the invisible and tireless alteration process, decomposition and renaissance which is life. […] Antonio Moresco does not answer. It merely to offer reading this metaphysical novel of striking beauty, This sensual and restless Elegy, as an irrigated fable, in its untouchable depths, by a meditation on man's place in the universe. » Nathalie Crom, Télérama
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