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360 degrees of anger I did not


confess that the topic of anorexia I was always bored. Maybe because I was obliged for professional reasons sometimes to deal with it and I understand that anorexia may be subject only mental and not "social." Or maybe because I never came across people with this disease. I do not know. But when I hear about anorexia does not take me in the spring of the interest and curiosity.
So, I confess, I approached the book by Elena Mearini 360 degrees of anger (Excelsior 1881) with some reluctance and, were it not that I met the author, perhaps I would have just bought the book.
And I was wrong.
From the perspective of "thematic" 360 degrees of anger is an epiphany. In fact, anorexia is the only way it actually may be: ruthless analysis of mental states, painful contortions of the mind and body. It does not explain, do not make a diagnosis nor treatment, only raw and analytical representation of pain. This book tells of anorexia more than just a medical treatise.
But the main merit of the book by Elena Mearini is the way it is written. I have rarely found in a novel grip so tight, so absolute a symbiosis between the style of the story and the theme. Short sentences in which the pain is described in its shiny minutiae, even in remote corners. Of what mental state you try the bottom, the essence, scraping away the superstructure, the banality of good and evil, focusing on the core of raw feeling told. The literary style to get to dig so deep is given by an incredibly large amount of accurate and metaphors. "Tendons live as electrical wiring," "feet on the ground write a crime," the year engraved on the corners of the mouth. As rings of trunk "," each arm and apple peel that falls to the bottom "," The two sides are open parentheses. In between the points of an expected "," the burden falls to the feet with the click of a guillotine. " The novel is full of metaphors as well, so dense that you have to read slowly, precisely because of its slow, allows entrarti words of soul and body, making the reading experience even painful.
I noticed that the singularity in the book there are almost no commas. Will be a maximum of ten. Only points. Why the sharp edges of pain told not assume your breaks but only emotional precipices. Here, the book is a novel by Elena Mearini without commas, then without pause kind, the discourse developed, explaining emotional. Only points that refer to "bursts of bullets," as Raul Montanari faction in the post.