The awe of seeing the castle for the first time on the rainy afternoon of my arrival never wore off. There were certain unforgettable angles to the buildings, a turret framed by cypress trees, a special tone of afternoon light on the brick ramparts, the crunch of...
Besides the story they tell, books contains unavoidably another two: the story about how they were written and the story of their public destiny. I went to Civitella Ranieri Castle with the purpose of writing a novel about oddity and loneliness, and I found that the...
Intimitet,de litt gammeldagse telefonbøkenesmå rektangulære kirkegårder der navn ble skriblet ned i forbifartenen ferje, et togden greske kvinnen på Charles de Gaullesom gjerne ville se meg igjen fordi hun var redd for å flyvi som sa vi savnet hverandremulige...
Excerpt from one of my novels about a young deaf woman, Grania. (p.132) In the tower apartment they lay on the blue blanket, the parlour curtains pulled back so that they could see the night sky. He lay beside her in the dark and she turned on her right side, where...
