Fabrizio Ulivieri - TrendSetter

It is a question that I have often asked myself, for a long time. I felt that it existed but I could only grasp indirect evidence of a censorship that operates in virtue of filters, by delimiting the areas and conditions to which big publishers adhere, by selecting  texts for getting published (only authors who guarantee a certain number of sales, who are presented by, who have been selected by, who write according to certain models and styles, who avoid references to ... who do not reflect an ideological editorial line different from the one they support). I was looking for the speck and I did not notice the beam I had in my eye. Already with "Rugíle" (my previous novel) I had detected a situation of discomfort that the text procured for the explicitly treated sexual themes. Certainly there was no censorship by any state authority but there was a wall that was often raised by those who were unwilling to admit sex in its crudity, in its ability to punch hard in you...

This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty … (Henry Miller) 

If I consider what is published, the incredible amount of garbage that is published, and the feedback I have received from many readers, who has sincerely confessed that they have not read (or entirely read) any of these books written by one of these great writers, best-selling fiction authors with estimated sales of at least 100,000 copies, my suspicion is that their books are bought just for advice, (often) by those who have heard good things about those books from a third source (newspapers, TV, literary prizes, are metrics used for piloting sales). Actually, no one (or few) has definitely read them, for the reason that the vast majority of these 100,000 copies-super authors are deadly boring and reiterating a lack of contents.

Foto by Živile Abrutytė When I wrote " Rugíle " I thought I had written a book about the human condition and existence. An Existentialist book. But the novel has been misunderstood. It was read more like a book about sex, pure sex, a parallel projection of "Fifty shades of grey" ( ready to challenge the famous Fifty Shades of Grey ) When this projection started I found it useful in sales key terms. And it helped indeed to sell the book but that has led to misunderstand the real message of "Rugíle". Sex is creativity. Instinct. Something that is beyond any understanding. Sex is not consciousness. Sex is not rationality. It is instinct and irrationality, as creativity. Both sex and creativity are not conscious intellectual life but somehow encoded, encrypted bit of information that our mind (consciousness) can not control. Both elude our consciousness. In "Rugíle" I tried to analyse the reasons that stay behind this instinct....