Thursday

mad2

i have this other relationship with the literature:

i read something: a novel, a short story or maybe a poem.

then in the book takes place a situation and i find out that what is happening to the character is something that happened to me in my life.


in that moment i start thinking: "oh, well, if i were X (put the name of the character that you prefer) i should behave like this or i should do this, because i did it in my life (or not)".



it is something like what Umberto Eco describes when he explains that a book is never done when the writer finishes to write it. he says that a book is complete just in the moment when the reader gets to it and then his world (his sense of the world and the life) collides with the writer's world.



maybe this is the reason why a book is never the same for different people...

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