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Spring, Manfred!


is the fear, the catch of all. Then pride, behind which lurks the fear, of course. And the resentment: what was (his mother ran off with an American and leave them there, only three children with his father), through which Manfred reinterprets the relationship with other women in his life.

Manfred is a mountaineer. Hard as stone. He talks little and if he talks cuts, to be hit of the ax. Marina - the name says - has nothing to do with those mountains, c'arriva with a newborn son. A son who came, tried but without much conviction, perhaps. Marina is like us, like me, did not come to the world just to have children, like our mothers. So is hard, he feels inadequate, hostage of that child who always cries.

the two meet. Collide. Then they meet again fifteen years later. When spring when Manfred spring. When the stops to hold on to defend something. No, you know what: his fear of being cheated, dumped again. Of injury. But then get hurt by itself, even more harm.

is a beautiful book to Cristina Comencini. Entitled "When the night." Even the cover is beautiful: two gnarled hands on a woman's bare back. It is a love story, it's true. As if reading love stories implying the need to apologize to others who pretend not to read them. (It is the fear of all rip-off, remember?).

There are long periods when I devour books, and others in which this does not happen: distracted me from my thoughts. Or can not find books that come in line with my thoughts. "When the night" did it: at the beginning with little conviction, eventually overwhelmed them, we have reflected.

is a short novel by the writing dry. A few dialogues, the space is above all for what the protagonists say, but do not say. It is not dull, even poignant. It's a melee. A battle, as any building of love. Not love that builds a life, a future, a family. A sublime love, not at all ideal, even carnal, but there remains capable of walks to the side for fifteen years.

"I think I have written a book romantic - Cristina Comencini said in an interview - though not in the classic sense. There is a return to primary instinct, the idea that love is a battlefield. " Again: "The love between a man and a woman is not sweet. The crossing is won by a wide rage of gender. Love is not sweet, at least it's not the beginning. "

I've always liked a lot the battlefield ....