habits are struggling to disappear it has been cultivated over the years, grow, mature and castle in the mind. I, out of habit, when I open a book for the first time now I run to the final page, I say to myself: "If an author, after x-year-old pages written, it can give form and substance, can not get out of the narrative banal normality, style concluded, it is useless to waste time reading it. " And the thought goes automatically to the remarkable end of Jack London's Martin Eden, "the instant he heard ceased to know. " I think it's very tough for anyone to grapple with these words carved in a rock paper.
But sometimes habits are reversed, as in the story of Arthur Bern; here was not the end for more sustained and substantial, to urge my curiosity, but the title. "The color of coffee." That already has the coffee color? On the face of it seems black, then you find that your thinking is not black, you behind shades and transparencies, reflections and modulations, and contrasts the same muddle that transcend the color and become mysterious conjecture, in points of view, anxious to investigate in depth and, in short, a detective color. It helps us to understand one of the protagonists of the story, the blind courses which, while not seeing, is he who can really see and understand: "When I drink black coffee does not guess, but I always feel the light which was dissolved in; I feel the yellow of the sun lit up the plant, the water that has washed silver. And the coffee mixes of many colors that make it up in an intoxicating kaleidoscope ... "
Located on the Second World War, the smell of coffee is made history and each other. In history you can feel the shame of racial laws, the flight of Jews, the rise of nobilastri invented regime, the usual busybody Filibusta of financial all'austerity edicts that call to ban the consumption of coffee to give priority to the surrogate, "after all, the example comes from the Chamber of Deputies, which has banned the use of your coffee bar, followed immediately by the Chamber of the Senate ...." In short, the cost of a kilo of coffee costs two days' pay of a worker in the story ...
sipping coffee with Marshal Modiano, a nosy type "instead of his own business has the audacity to poke nose in a "dirty business" of finance and the blood of a small village in Abruzzo. We'll be a microcosm of notes, characters, mysteries to clear up, slow and snowfall sweet that warm the bodies of a night of love. The beautiful bartender from unknown sources, the savory "entrée" and dell'Arzighetti Inzirillo appointment, the town clerk suspended between obligations and their role secret humanity, the shady financier Lanfranchi, the amazing adventure of poor Spinach sentenced to a mental hospital cancel each court testimony ... Over all, the hero, Marshal Modiano with his honesty, his wanting to get to the bottom tangles to unravel plots and criminals constantly keeping in touch with its conscience as a man. The stamp
literary flowing smoothly and the dialogue alternates narrated in the a stylized vocabulary of balance and vitality; contenutivi the amplitude of the story with its multiplicity of themes opens up prospects analyzed with the severity of the Town and the subtle force of a sober and writing done, always fascinated by the color of coffee and cold wind blowing on the roughness of the steep lands of Abruzzo.
Pier Luigi Coda
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