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"The Song of manère" by M. Corona

few days ago I read your blog in a nice initiative on reading the last book you read. Anyone who has spoken I must apologize because I do not remember who it was, this oversight is due to the fact that I have no way to browse your pages often because my connection is often not open to me or not let me leave a comment, so from here to delete details from memory is a short step. However I also want to try to talk about something nice, namely the works I read lately. At least those I remember.

The last bed, finished the other day, was "THE SONG OF MANERE" Mauro Corona. I have been given for Christmas by a friend who takes great care about what I like J Once, speaking of "HISTORY OF SNOW" the same author, we compared our reviews to find out that I love writing a lot of Corona as she is a bit 'boring. Oddly enough, given that look like us very much, but so be it.

THE SONG OF MANERE "tells the story of the Holy Crown of Val Martin, a woodsman of Erto Veneto, one of the countries destroyed in the tragedy of Vajont 1963. Born in the late 800 and died in 1945, Santo expatriation in Austria after the man killed in an exemplary manner by which his "girlfriend" Paula Francesca had become "fit". He became rich and powerful man coming to take over the Austrian forests without and then with the Second World War which forced him to flee with his group, even Swiss ones. He fell in love again free from the temperament of a woman who, having betrayed as he had done before, convinced him even more of female fickleness and the fact that all women are "sluts." Saint lived constantly at war with himself, hopelessly in love with poetry and music of the mountains of manère (axes used by loggers), but believes that revenge is the best justice. Designed to work like an animal in a difficult and harsh, where men are hard and strong, enduring and solid as wood that they alone can tame, did not have time to understand the trends of emotion and heart. Only contact with Austrian musicians and writers helped him improve and, over the years, "the elastic memory" which until then was tense and drawn, were let go, prompting him to return to Erto, in the steep narrow streets and steep valleys, men of few words and as dark as soot, to suffer the smells and flavors of his hometown.

seems unlikely that a history of lumberjacks could affect in some way, but the poetry of Mauro Corona in telling visual and auditory beauty of its mountains is exemplary, and he uses a Italian incorrect in the usual way of understanding the grammar and the art of writing, but in continuation of his stories you know that he writes as human words resonate from tree to tree, like the cuckoos sing risvegliasi the spring, like the chamois and run men hard and strong survive in a difficult and almost impossible when, during the winter, the snow softened down or frustrating, the wind cuts diagonally across the falls of ice coming from the sky, people are forced from the walls of solid snow to stay holed up at home. But regularly, the cuckoos begin to sing and return to the warm sun to melt snow in the woods and allow it to work.

In the next post I will talk about "Stories of Snow", often cited in the book above.