Cerebral Criteria E-Book

Andrea Oliveti

• Herausgeber: Fate d'Argento
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

During the day he is a respected art dealer, refined in taste and independent in judgements; during the night his sleep is tormented by awful ghosts that emerge relentlessly from the depths of his restless soul.
After separation from his wife, the end of a love that he considered unshakable, Stefano’s life undergoes a profound transformation: on his horizon only threatening clouds full of mystery, his ship at the mercy of a storm no longer finds a safe landing place and wanders aimlessly in the undertow of existence.
Is this whatever was worth living, loving and suffering?
Is this the path paved with thorns that the mocking destiny had prepared for him?
He meets suffering, a mix of impotence, pain and rage that he believed that the good God had reserved only for others: every day he saw it in other people’s lives, sympathetic and absent-minded, without understanding that one day it could touch him too.
Only the trusted Onofrio was at his side, an irreproachable work colleague and brilliant companion in the slow shipwreck of daily life: his endless eloquence, his total self-confidence and his almost motherly concern make him a precious bulwark against the ghosts that trouble him.
In search of lost serenity, he will have to dig in the depths of his soul, to face the terrible creatures of the hellish sea he has inside, to find again that thread towards the exit from the invisible cage that encloses his upset existence.
He will find comfort in Luana, a mature art lover he meets by chance at the art gallery, whose placid and reassuring love has for Stefano an almost cathartic effect: reflecting himself in her loving eyes is like being born again, being personified in the bucolic scenes of beloved painters, waking up in a meadow on a morning kissed by springlike sun.
Life, beyond suffering and the horrible boredom of earthly existence, always peeps out as if it asked and deserved to be lived: everyone will find their own path without justice or apparent prize, towards a fate never taken for granted, that will involve everybody also those who seemed to be impenetrable at first glance.
Love takes and love gives: everyone will have to seize their fleeting moment, to intercept beauty in the exact moment it reveals itself, to give finally sense to their incomprehensible wandering or to be crushed forever…

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Andrea Oliveti's biography

Andrea Oliveti was born in Rimini and attended a five-year Technical High School. He achieved an accountant diploma and even earlier a business consultant diploma. After the military service he studied Law at University in Urbino (PU), Italy. For a long period he worked in his father’s insurance agency as a collaborator, and then he registered in the register of insurance brokers (the Italian ISVAP). His work did not prevent him from cultivating his passion for Art, especially the 20th century Visual Arts, that we also find in some of the best pages of his novels and that push him to follow with interest some of the most famous auction houses in Italy. Furthermore thanks to his love for painting he did some informal paintings achieving resounding success in his town and surroundings. He wrote five novels, this is his second one. These are his successful novels: Petali di Vita: i Colori del Sole e i Colori dell’Inferno (2011), Arazzi di Sangue nell’Anima (2013), Criteri Cerebrali (2015), Il Giglio Bianco Intinto Nell’Etere (2017), Il Mio Sangue Nella Tua Anima (2018). He also wrote a monograph about the famous painter from Romagna (Italy): Tonino Savioli. At the moment he is working on his seventh literary work. Curiosity: he has got a blood relation with the lieutenant colonel Ivo Oliveti, a highly decorated officer, a fearless and brave pilot fallen during the Ethiopian war, honoured with a gold medal of military valour.

Andrea OlivetiCerebral CriteriaDigital Edition: August 2020ISBN 9788890638664Fate d’Argento

Italian title:Criteri Cerebrali First Italian hardcover edition: March 2015 ISBN 978-88-906386-2-6 Digital Italian edition: August 2017 ISBN 9788826000848 Translated by

Anna Cantacessi

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Quotation

We do not know why we live, we can only guess it, but too frequently we do not understand the absurdities and differences present in the short earthly existence. If the world had been created by an ordinary human being, who experienced true suffering, it would be a thousand times more harmonious and rational. Life, in its tacit obedience to our unknown commandment, is so immoral that it cannot finish after death, there must absolutely be another secret current, if this were not so, it would be tragedy within tragedy, folly within folly… (Quoted by Andrea Oliveti)

Preface

During the day he is a respected art dealer, refined in taste and independent in judgements; during the night his sleep is tormented by awful ghosts that emerge relentlessly from the depths of his restless soul. After the separation from his wife, the end of a love that he considered unshakable, Stefano’s life undergoes a profound transformation: on his horizon only threatening clouds full of mystery, his ship at the mercy of a storm no longer finds a safe landing place and wanders aimlessly in the undertow of existence. Is this whatever was worth living, loving and suffering? Is this the path paved with thorns that the mocking destiny had prepared for him? He meets suffering, a mix of impotence, pain and rage that he believed that the good God had reserved only for others: every day he saw it in other people’s lives, sympathetic and absent-minded, without understanding that one day it could touch him too. Only the trusted Onofrio was at his side, an irreproachable work colleague and brilliant companion in the slow shipwreck of daily life: his endless eloquence, his total self-confidence and his almost motherly concern make him a precious bulwark against the ghosts that trouble him. In search of lost serenity, he will have to dig in the depths of his soul, to face the terrible creatures of the hellish sea he has inside, to find again that thread towards the exit from the invisible cage that encloses his upset existence. He will find comfort in Luana, a mature art lover he meets by chance at the art gallery, whose placid and reassuring love has for Stefano an almost cathartic effect: reflecting himself in her loving eyes is like being born again, being personified in the bucolic scenes of beloved painters, waking up in a meadow on a morning kissed by springlike sun. Life, beyond suffering and the horrible boredom of earthly existence, always peeps out as if it asked and deserved to be lived: everyone will find their own path without justice or apparent prize, towards a fate never taken for granted, that will involve everybody also those who seemed to be impenetrable at first glance. Love takes and love gives: everyone will have to seize their fleeting moment, to intercept beauty in the exact moment it reveals itself, to give finally sense to their incomprehensible wandering or to be crushed forever.

I had no idea about what suffering could be until I really got into it. I dug through the meanders of my conscience, tearing it apart… I touched lightly the Hell, I understood how every irresistible colour of life may dissolve and how every magical thought may become nothing. I lost all bliss, all hope, I found only a wall with no way out and that sweetish, nauseating smell of pain that filled me with anguish. A very colorful and seemingly serene period of life, where even the vile perverse game of fate seemed hibernated, but that once awakened it knew how to deliver its sleazy vileness, vehemently sweeping every blissful pigment up to the putrefaction of my flesh...

Chapter I