pickA woman looks back on the 2 weeks she spent with her father when she was 15 & he was dying. Growing up in the care of her strange maternal grandmother, she had rarely seen her father, so this was a special opportunity. I found the distant yet insightful voice captivating. A memorable novella, translated from Italian by Alistair McEwen.
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There might have been a war on somewhere else, and there was. They were concerned most of all about the flowers. I am suspicious of anyone who grows flowers, the way the women of Johannes‘s wife‘s family did.
The light bothers Johannes. And me too. Perhaps we have the same illness. My eyes will become faded too. Our eyes are not strong like those of his wife, my mother. Like those of the women of the generations who that came before her. They all had dark eyes. Even when they were blue or green.
I would look for a long time at the finest portrait in the house: the reflection of the garden. The plants drew nearer in the mirror, while the green of the leaves moved by the breeze and by the brilliance of the light formed a primitive landscape, the very essence of nature. As if the truth let itself be filtered by a mirror.
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