Fabrizio Ulivieri - TrendSetter

  Hours after my decision, I felt the undeniable reason that my life had begun to change with strangely aligned sensations. The only hesitation that made me wonder the morning when I got up was whether everything did not spring from the fictional leanings of my mind. After so many years I felt myself in my body. Before I was myself in someone else's body. Could it be true? For months and month after month, I had realized that a change was inevitable. for all was nonsense. Living like that was nonsense. The pain I suffered every day was nonsense. I couldn't handle my ineptitude in not finding a solution to my suffering. Above all because I knew what the solution was. I had to stop eating. Maybe had nothing to do with my real problem, but I wound up asking myself if my decision about stopping eating was according to the Zeitgeist or against it. When you think and when you talk you never think or talk aside from the times you live in. The way I talked and thought in the Seventies ...

  While he was spending his lonely nights in that library, he often imagined being saved by a beautiful girl in a white dress rambling into the reading room and remaining distractedly after closing time and waiting for him; he imagined showing her over the mysteries of the bindery and cataloguing room, then moving with her into the starry night. It never happened. He had many dreamy moments like those, every night when he worked in the library. There was a little for him to do. Few students made use of the evening opening; few were even aware of it. The librarians, women for the most part, preferred not to work after five o'clock, because the campus, up on the mountainside, was too bleak and lonely at night. And went they home. It was easy money, what he earned. But the discomfort he suffered was not inconsequential. The loneliness was heavy, the hours he spent there ticked boring. And when no one was there it was even creepy to sit down in the big room with dim lights hanging like...

  When you read J.M Coetzee, in quite many works (here we take into consideration Disgrace and Summertime ) what hits or blows you is dolour, suffering that ultimately generates also physical pain. The characters of these books are prisoners of themselves, prisoners of the place where they live and belong to: South Africa. His dolour seems to spring from the reason of being a white person who does not find the right way of living because is living in an inappropriate place where to live. The story of Disgrace is the best example, where David Lurie and his daughter Lucy have to bend their personalities to the disquieting's will of Petrus, a native that used to be the assistant on the farm of Lucy, which/who also through the complicity of three criminals who rape Lucy and brutalize David he (Petrus) will slowly take possession of. In Summertime , where the main character, Coetzee himself, recollects his life through a fictitious biographer, who is writing a biography of Coetzee by ...