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Crafted as a retelling of the myth of Eurydice and Orpheus, Iori’s ambitious psychological drama centres on love, death, and loss—and what it takes for the heart to heal. Review by Publishers Weekly
Can you imagine to be able to travel in other worlds and find out that who you love is living a different life without you? A life that you could feel and go through looking for another chance… because let’s be honest, we all make mistakes and often we have thought about a second chance.
This novel narrates the tragic story of two lovers separated by the death. Like Orpheus ventured himself to the land of the dead to attempt to bring Eurydice back to life, Francesco will try to find his beloved beyond the boundaries of the understandable. With his singing and playing, Orpheus, charmed the ferryman Charon and the dog Cerberus, guardians of the River Styx. His music and grief so moved Hades, king of the underworld, that Orpheus was allowed to take Eurydice with him back to the world of life and light. Hades set one condition, however: upon leaving the land of death, both Orpheus and Eurydice were forbidden to look back.
In turn, Francesco will be forced to sacrifice something to find what he thought was lost forever.
She died and he lost his memories of her. A life that, Francesco, feels destroyed, incurable. Rehabilitation has failed. The encouragement of his family was not enough. Friends put aside. Except that, suddenly, after months of unlimited suffering, an old schoolmate proposes an ambiguous solution: to try a substance able to take him into a parallel world to meet his lost love. He must travel through an uncharted reality and bend the law of nature in order to regain lost memories. But in this new reality, Francesco meets another girl and new friends. Who are they and why do they look so familiar? Will he be able to understand the facets of life's deepest secrets?
Readers should expect that, as Francesco edges toward new possibilities, that things are not quite as they seem. (The protagonist did, after all, swallow six mushrooms, press a red button, and agrees to a set of rules for Losco’s regimen that preclude human contact.) But by story’s end it all makes clear emotional sense, and even is touched with wisdom, especially in the final revelations, some wrenching, from Losco. Review by Publishers Weekly
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- Fantasy, Romance, Science Fiction
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- MarcyAuthor (Autore)
- Pacchetto
- Dicembre 2022 Inizia il: 2022-12-01Termina il: 2022-12-27
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- 2022-08-15
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Love wants to be remembered
My head's not working now, it's often heavy, often absent. The visits to the hospital didn't help me get out of the fog. I forget things. Sometimes they are in dreams, but in the morning it's all gone again.
Rehab gave me back some memories, incomplete things. At the beginning, I was struggling to recognize my parents. It took me a few days to go from fear of not knowing who I had next to me to knowing that those faces were my beloved family. First Mom, then my sister and finally Dad and Fabrizio. With Fabrizio I started laughing. He was frustrated that I couldn't remember the shit we did together; the first things I remembered about him were the quarrels with Giulia. That's why I laughed.
They showed me photos, videos, messages. The memories came at once, like obvious things that were on the tip of your tongue and suddenly re-emerge. After ten days, I was able to remember my whole life.
Or almost.
She didn’t get in. There was a painful emptiness, a hidden certainty that didn't emerge from the bowels where something of me had pushed her back like a dirty creature. My family, especially Giulia, talked about Lisa to help me fill that void, introduce her back into my life. So I started dreaming about her but I also had flashes during the day, partial access to her figure, like details you can never decipher.
Then I heard music. The music, the notes of a melodic piano meant that something about her was re-emerging from the recesses of my mind. I felt anxiety and despair. I wondered if this time I'd be able to see her face. But to this day, it's something I miss.