In an abandoned hut, with no one to count on, Simone and Mattia are alone.
\nEver since their mother\u2019s car hit a lorry, the two brothers have been on the run from social services without a destination. They live by their wits: they talk to no one, eke out the little money they have left to go shopping, and wash in the river near the hut. The only constants are Mattia and his respiratory attacks and epileptic seizures. Simone tries to handle them according to his memories of what his mother taught him: count (three minutes, no more), uncap the syringe, inject. If it doesn\u2019t work, inject a second one. And wait: wait for Mattia to regain consciousness and \u2013 with gestures \u2013 speak to him. Simone has learned: a hand on the elbow is \u2018bread\u2019, a circle on the chest is \u2018hug\u2019, a fist is \u2018snow\u2019. But also \u2018mum\u2019. It will be encountering Mercy, a little girl with a disabled little sister, that will make the two brothers understand that there\u2019s nothing wrong with asking for help and that \u2013 in the end \u2013 another \u2018home\u2019 is possible.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a poetic, heartbreaking and profound novel. Fuori \u00e8 quasi buio (it\u2019s nearly dark outside) talks about strength, about the innate resilience in each of us, but also about mutual care and solidarity, understanding and repressed emotions that seek a way to make themselves heard, through the body. An imposing figure that dominates the entire novel is that of the mother: irritable, scary at times, already absent before the collision with the lorry, but always sought after, yearned after by little Simone; essential to Mattia and his survival. In an identification and overlapping, Simone takes on the maternal role, only to remain a pre-adolescent looking for his place in the world. <\/p>
Fuori \u00e8 quasi buio<\/em> In an abandoned hut, with no one to count on, Simone and Mattia are alone. Ever since their mother\u2019s car hit a lorry, the two brothers have been on the run from social services without a destination. They live by their wits: they talk to no one, eke out the little money they have left […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":98915,"template":"","categoria_consigli":[623],"class_list":["post-100422","reviews","type-reviews","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","categoria_consigli-libri-scelti-per-voi"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nby Alice Keller
\nRisma, 2023<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"