Finally my copy of the anthology “Deaths in Venice”, containing my short story “A Rose” has reached Sweden! Happy and proud, congratulations to the publisher, Carteggi Letterari Edizioni from Messina, and the curator (and powerful writress) Laura Liberale!
P.S. The photo in the backgroud is a shot by my husband and it was taken at the grand Tjolöholm Castle, where the externals of “Melancholia” by Lars von Trier were shot. Though it would make a significant background…
I am very glad and proud to announce the launching of a new anthology curated by the very elegant Laura Liberale for Carteggi Letterari book publisher. The book is available in Italian only, at present.
I am particularly satisfied with it because of the quality of the other contributors, and also because I am very fond of the story I wrote for it. It is called “A Rose” and I owe its inspiration to a friend from New York that I am very fond of.
The book can be purchased here. But again: it is in Italian 🙂
[For Marilyn Monroe’s non-90th birthday I decided to post this unpublished monologue, that I wrote with lots of love for a woman that is very very special to me. My clumsy translation into English was thoroughly revised by Ellen McRae]
Me as a child and my mother screaming while laughing. Or laughing while screaming. I don’t know. Angry or happy. I don’t know.
My mother was crazy, I think. Ended up in the loony bin. I did, too, for that matter—a couple of times—maybe three. Once I asked Joe to come and save me. We ran away through the basement…
Joe DiMaggio, my crazy husband who I think loved me more than anyone. Why choose a woman that every American wants to take to bed if you’re jealous whenever anybody even looks at her? It’s like buying a cake when you’re diabetic. But he did love me—in his own crazy and twisted way, trying to suffocate me. With his love. Continue reading
Sono affezionatissima a questo racconto, di cui ho prima scritto una stesura in italiano e svedese, e poi una versione tutta in italiano. Lo spunto parte da una mia esperienza di quando abitavo a Stoccolma, nei primi anni novanta. Vorrei girarci un corto, ho milioni di idee e nessun soldo per realizzarle, al momento…
È un racconto fortunato ed è stato pubblicato molto in rete, ma la prima uscita è stata per INCIQUID. Per ragioni di impaginazione non posso postarlo, scaricatelo qui, grazie!
För de som talar både italienska och svenska, finns det en version på bägge språk här, men det också finns en "hel svensk" variant här (läs om det här), var så goda!