“Who is the number 67?”

“Shutter Island”[1], by Dennis Lehane, edited in Italy with the ambiguous name of “The island of fear”, ambiguous because with this title, I would have expected a classic horror. Instead, it is a captivating psychological thriller, 345 pages of novel, set on Shutter Island as revelead by the title, a mysterious island reachable just by a ferryboat that doesn’t even have precise schedules. A former prison, now home to a criminal psychiatric sanatorium.

Actually, thinking about it, the island is quite frightening!

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Today,

 surrounded by an autumn storm, I’ve decidedto talk about a book that could be the symbol of the psychological thriller, a novel that holds on its toes, confuses, puts anxiety and fear such as “and if it happened to me?” but at the same time reassures for the remote era in which it is set, for the distance with the reality “it would never happen to me”.

You must probably know the movie that was made out of it, but I promise that reading the book, while  sitting on the armchair, is much worth I’m talking about “Shutter Island”[1], by Dennis Lehane, edited in Italy with the ambiguous name of “The island of fear”, ambiguous because with this title, I would have expected a classic horror. Instead, it is a captivating psychological thriller, 345 pages of novel, set on Shutter Island as revelead by the…

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“Life is not a Movie”

Life is not a movie.
Life is not a novel.
Life is not, undoubtedly, a movie based of a novel.

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Life is not a movie.
Life is not a novel.
Life is not, undoubtedly, a movie based of a novel.

I know, I did not have to tell you; But it is good to rehiterate it because from time to time we tend to forget it and it’s easy to find our selfeves complicating everything.

– And even if it was, a movie or novel I mean, my writer must have been drunk, that would explain many things, such as the systematic alternation of empty and flat periods and others when I perpetually go into trouble. –

Come on, do not tell me you have never fantasized when your hand have met the one of an unknown stranger over the last litre of milk, your eyes crossed and to “take it” <<no, you were first >> << I insist, take it >> << you are so kind, I just needed…

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“Hannibal, Crusted Fillet And Red Wine”

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giphy2Winter,strictly . Late afternoon , when the sky is still not entirely cloaked in blacks clouds but still retains some shade of blue, and a few more overbearing stars come out .

In this atmosphere , make sure you locked the door and windows ( or on first draft which makes it slam you will leave your heart on the floor ) , and open a bottle of a good red winegiphy3 not a cardboard swiped at the supermarket , a really good one, not too sweet , I recommend theBarolowine from Piedmont: pronounced garnet colour red, at times ruby and presenting orange hues with the progress of aging ; its aroma is intense , complex and very persistent.

Pour yourself a generous glass ( not plastic ! ) and , after having prepared a delicious beef tenderloin crusted * tumblr_inline_nfxeddi3rd1svk9zc, sit on a soft…

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“Life is not a Movie”

Life is not a movie. Life is not a novel. Life is not, undoubtedly, a movie based of a novel.   I know, I did not have to tell you; But it is good to rehiterate it because from time to time we tend to forget it and it’s easy to find our selfeves complicating … Continua a leggere “Life is not a Movie”