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We liked gansendrosis - Luca Ducci

Author: Luca Ducceschi
Publisher: Montag
Pages: 88
Genre: Fiction
Price: 13.00EUR

From the back cover:
three of us went there immediately after the funeral. Indeed, perhaps we should say that we escaped immediately after the funeral. We left the cemetery, almost running, not looking at anyone, and we ran into the car. Actually, I'm not even entirely sure that the priest had finished counting up. Not bad. It was everything else for us to be finished.
Second half of the nineties: the summer is the death of Lady D. Italian and the first goal from Ronaldo. To Stephen, Mark Gigio and Short will be the last summer of an era as a coarse and fast guitar solos, spent chasing the partisans of the old myths and new idols of the music lasts. Between booze and smoke together, the four friends will understand that certain gaps can not be filled by the icons on t-shirts and songs that lament the good old days. But even that in every ending can be a new beginning, and that any new beginning can lead to a new ending ...

stories of hardship experienced in an apparent normality of the province. Everything was easier when you do not know the joys and sorrows of life, when we still liked Gansendrosis. Not today, no longer the case. At 17, almost 18, you think you've seen and experienced too much, you arrogate the right to make budgets, to say that before things were better without realizing that the first life you never knew what it was. Today Gansendrosis be heard in secret, because in 17 years, almost 18, you can not allow yourself to listen to a group that is sold to the highest bidder, who has betrayed what was beginning to chase success. Yet you still love Gansendrosis.
Where is that one feels truly at home? Where do you live, where it returns to sleep, or where his heart is open to feelings unknown gratitude, love that asks nothing in turn be loved? At 17, almost 18, still do not know, but do everything to understand it. So that eventually we all die too.

The book opens with the story of the funeral of Lori, one of four members of the small group from which the author was inspired to tell the story of four young people during his last months of life. Loris
the Short, the Viking Marco, Luigi and Stefano Gigio (the narrator, the only one not have a nickname, and maybe the author can explain why) are four guys of 17 years who spend their days in a small town in Piedmont playing, drinking beer, smoking weed and listening to the tales of his grandfather Alfred, partisan.
During the summer of 1997, Short takes a trip to the Netherlands from which deeply shocked and will return only with the help of three friends who organize an expedition to return to strut.
The trip to Amsterdam is the spark that blows all the discomfort of Loris, probably accumulated during a lifetime. In Loris Holland meets a local girl, he falls hopelessly in love and after an initial period where everything seems to be rushing things well. Loris falls into a deep state of malaise from which it comes out more. And just when it seems to be to recover will end his days hanging himself from a crane to a construction site. The friends will take revenge by presenting a couple of years after the Sanremo Festival with their group, which has become almost a quasi-melodic-metal to adapt to the market, quite irreverent.

All well defined and well characterized, both in physical and in the psychological aspects. "We liked Gansendrosis" is the story of a quartet of teenage friends any unconventional of any of the northern Italian province, where the word not accept any negative connotations but on the contrary does understand how these guys are similar, not so much in behavior As in dreams and anger, all young people of that age. A near-perfect portrait of the typical teenage rebels who have not yet figured out which side they are but certainly know how to stay on the right side, loudly defending their ideals and ideas of equality.
In the second half of the nineties teenagers were easily classifiable into two categories: those who went to the disco, listen to techno and dressed by zarri 17 years and those who were already nostalgic for the seventies, listening to the rock (or metal), wore their hair long and dressed as protesters against the Vietnam War. In two words, bundles on the one hand, the other mints. The four young protagonists belong to the second category.
leading figure of the short, what is surely the most gutted, a boy who loses his parents in a fire when he was very small and grow with her grandfather, carrying the weight of everything that has always been missing and that its Friends were not able to understand.

Excellent choice of style. The author, in his thirties in real life, manages to fit perfectly in the role of seventeen year old narrator, using a fluid style and never dull, firm but never excessively vulgar, harsh, but never annoying. Almost as if the good result was the fruit of experience actually lived and a memory still vivid in the memory of Ducci. It tells of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. Trivial, you say. But no. The plot device is used to tell the story directly to the reader, addressing him as if the same could and should respond to the questions raised gradually. Reading is always smooth and the brevity of the book helps to not let go even for a moment (I read in an hour), convincing the reader that is missing now very little to get to the end. I appreciated the choice of the author and publisher to use a photo as the cover image of parked bicycles in Amsterdam. That image says much of the book. VOTE FOR
STYLE: 9 / 10

basically positive, because bottom line is always nice to read stories of young people of any generation. Because in the end you look a bit 'all, changing accessories, change behavior, change the places visited, but the dreams and anger as I said at the start are always the same. And for those who have been forced to abandon those ambitions age reasons to engage in mortgage, home, the place fixed, remember how it was and how it felt raises quite a lump in my throat, the kind that are good.
It 's a novel of impact, which still leaves you with something inside, it was also a sense of melancholy of defeat, a wry smile or a tear that will not go down. Very suitable for those who, like me, today he lives a thousand euro generation, that of children born in the late seventies who spent his adolescence in the same period of the protagonists of the book. Personally, I recognized a lot in those young people, having lived through a tragedy, unfortunately, very similar to their own madness and having loved Guns N 'Roses. It 's a book that can awaken feelings that sleep in some part of our unconscious to the surface and show the emotion you feel when you drink a beer on a porch when a storm comes down, emotions are difficult to prove that after that age, but occasionally is a lot to remember.
I do not know if and what was intended by the author, reminded me very much the style of Luciano Ligabue, both in the stories narrated in the book "Inside and outside the village" is, and especially in the films "Radiofreccia" and "Dazeroadieci. There are some steps
truly delicious and elegant, flowing narrative that expertly seasoned, allowing the reader to pause a moment to catch my breath, going back to reread those lines that have hit like a punch in the stomach, other choices are used by Ducci however, less agreement, such as at the end. It seems to me that the story concluded with the participation in Sanremo distorts everything, for two reasons: first because is very unrealistic in a story where instead the absolute realism is the master (among other things, speaks of a presenter of the east, but in the book cited in the edition of Sanremo presenter was English, Ines Sastre) and second place, more importantly, because I feel a desire to tread in the hand longer than was necessary. That the Court would always lived in the body and mind of the three survivors was already clear enough without a final fireworks display like the one that was chosen.
Bella instead the narrative of the death of Loris, to the tune of Losing My Religion by REM and beautiful also the last paragraph, a flash on the G8 summit in Genoa seen through the eyes of a protagonist and not a viewer. And now the painful
notes ... from a purely economic point of view in spite of myself I must be bad: I think that 13 € is way too much for a book of 88 pages which offered an hour's pleasant reading has several printing errors (double punctuation, capitalization, and misuse of double and so on) and a layout at least questionable. I think the brevity of the novel could allow editing a bit 'more accurately. All in all though a reader of rookies do not think I bought this book if it was not written by a member of this forum, the price is prohibitive in relation to GDP.
say that these considerations are a little lower ' overall rating than the average math ...

Overall Rating: 7.5 / 10


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