Four books on the margins of the American dream

“In his opinion, three years were no different from one day. When a man loses such a woman, time surrenders to the before and after. What was is no longer and cannot be again. This is how time works. A man is trapped in the aftermath.”

These mountains are burningby David Joy (Translation by Gianluca Testani, Jimenez Edizioni), is a wonderful mural of North Carolina, set among tribal areas, forests, and mountains. It is a story of redemption, forgiveness and Border line. A father wants to save his toxic son from yet another storm of trouble, a young man searching for a potion and a DEA agent frantically searching for a case to solve. Three features intertwine with each other (and with other unforgettable characters), spectators and heroes of humanity’s collapse in the glorious shadow of tomorrow’s WASP. A brilliantly written raw poignant novel. A native.

“The day that followed was very excited. The dead left the house, again accompanied by all this load of festivities which astounded the senses. That part of it that answered the name and number of the society of laws returned to the earth.” First, the children must be of They scatter the earth on the father….” They did. And the heavens cried while his merciful servant embraced the cold earth and played spades on him and on his final resting place.

Christ among the buildersBy Pietro Di Donato (Foreword by Sandro Bonfisto, translated by Nicola Manobelli; Readerforblind editions), is a masterpiece of immigration literary realism. Author, builder and writer of Abruzzo descent Born in the United States in 1911, debuted with this novel in 1939, inspired by his autobiographical truth (his father died on Good Friday in 1923 he fell from a scaffold), traces the reality of Italian immigrants subject to the American dream, Those who built tall skyscrapers to realize other people’s tomorrow, looking for a different future that never came. Capital, the Mafia, Unscrupulous Entrepreneurs, Wealthy People, Unwanted Integrators: These Are the Ingredients Christ among the buildersA lyrical and poignant, profound condemnation of the murderous America of various Sacco and Vanzetti and all those men who have been overshadowed by their sacrifices for a new humanity.

“For the first time in a long time, Christmas in my house wasn’t so bad. My little brother no longer believed in Santa Claus, but he did receive a wheeled bicycle and some other useful gifts. I had given my mother a radio watch that I had stolen on day 42 and told her I had saved up what Enough to buy it (…) as a special holiday surprise, my older brother, Matt, has returned from Vietnam safe and sound.”

eagleBy Jill Scott Heron (Edited by Paola Atolino; Rojas Edizione), is the black American multi-functional artist’s first novel, written when he was twenty and a student. It is a mature thriller that plunges into the New York of the contrasts of the 60s. A young drug dealer, John Lee, was murdered, and his story and account of his death are four ghetto characters who knew him and who had four completely different personalities. It is the immersion in the other America, of how African Americans see themselves and their conflicting relationship with official institutions. A veiled novel with deep humor and intense political connotations.

“I heard a car coming into the parking lot in front of the body of water where we were anchoring. I looked and saw a Jake pickup truck: a twenty-year-old Toyota with a smashed muffler. I haven’t seen my brother since Christmas. Things weren’t going well. We quarreled – first between ourselves, then with other guys – and had to get out of the way for some time because one of them was in very bad shape.”

coat and leftby Tyler Keville (Translated by Pietro Strada, Jimenez Edizioni), is a novel that blends Barry Gifford-style dialogue with John Steinbeck-style psychological features. The script follows the story of Tim Harding and his younger brother Joe, who reappears in town and is dragged away from the Vancouver harbor where Tim tries to live honestly. The two, nicknamed Poncho and Lefty (inspired by a song composed by Townes Van Zandt), travel across the border with the United States, by land and sea, after a heist that will take them on a daring adventure with Twainian flavor, making a song of devotion to the family and the unfortunate outcasts that fill the sides of the road. The American Dream.

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