Nelle Mie Vene - Flavio Soriga

  

For once a "cool" (or "relatively cool" at least) Italian author who speaks to me. And actually writes to me, as I once sent him a message to tell him what I though about one of his books, and he replied rather courteously. 

Nelle Mie Vene is a story that feels unfinished, most likely like the story of Soriga and his native Sardinia remains unfinished. Of this book I appreciated its raw poetic prose and the fact that it felt less autobiographical than I was expecting. 

A good read. Not one that will leave a lasting mark on global literature, but a pleasant - and most likely fair - love letter from an author to his land.

Maicolgecson - Paola Soriga

  

This is a cute book about growing up, first loves, and omnipresent families and social obligations. It's a novel about Italy and the 1980s and 1990s. 

So are countless others, and I couldn't help but wonder whether this one was published by Mondadori for the potential of easy sales among casual nostalgic readers, or whether it was because Paola Soriga is Flavio's younger sister. Regardless, this is a book that I'd lazily read at the seaside, but nothing more.

L’Amore a Londra e in altri Luoghi – Flavio Soriga

Another book whose author I decided to contact, and this time not for a telling off. Clearly, after 6 years I don’t remember anything about the short stories, but I remember that they were a pleasant break from my history books during a flight between Turin and London, and that the main character of one of the stories lived in Rosebery Avenue in London, something which I took as a sign. I’m not quite sure of what.