Hello everyone! It's been a while, I know, since I posted something really personal but here I am, ready to update you about my latest adventures and misadventures as ... a reader .
I haven't been reading much. Not since my father sudden illness and his too quick departure. I haven't read much since last December. I don't know why, exactly. I happened to start and immediately drop more than one book. I finished just one and not because I particularly liked it. And of that one I'm going to tell you.
It is a small Italian book titled "Gli sdraiati", in English something like, the lying down, or "those flat on their backs". (Apparently, I am not that good at translating, I can't find a better one for this title, can you?).
It is a small Italian book titled "Gli sdraiati", in English something like, the lying down, or "those flat on their backs". (Apparently, I am not that good at translating, I can't find a better one for this title, can you?).
Anyway, the mentioned book is about a father and his relationship with his teenage son. Yes, teenagers. They are the lying down .
The more I try to understand them, the more I realize I can't. Is it only me? It is not just due to the generation gap, it is because I have never been like them. I was a teenager once, I still feel like one at times, but I was never like them. Not like the ones I have in front of me every day, at least. It is like we are not separated by a generation but by an era, a geologic era.