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Viktor, the keeper of the clock tower, watches over its hands and the moon. A little girl in a nightgown, who decided to run away from home, climbs to the top of the tower with a plan to implement, and a bag of biscuits. The scenario is a world at night, but still naive, grotesque and allusive, between sleep and wake, with strange flowers inducing sleep. A dreamlike fairy tale, sensual and rarefied, in which no one is any longer what they believe, while the intertwined dreams of the characters reveal a disturbing mystery and make some stories, far back in time, give us answers to urgent questions. Do we really want to know the meaning of our actions, if it goes beyond our existence?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2012
English version
This ebook, in origin “Zed Experiments series”, was published as an experiment in English language with Zed Lab.
The ZEdEx stories and novels are translated into a "hybrid" (automatic) version, waiting to be corrected by a reader who knows the target language. Next, the hybrid version was edited by a translator, andthis is the final version in the English language.
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English edition edited byCarmelo Massimo Tidona
NocturneCopyright © 2012Zerounoundici Edizioni
Published by ZerounoundiciCover: Image Shutterstock.com
This book was born from a dream and a Voice. One night, Viola dreams of waking up and finding an unknown book beside her. In the dream she reads it: it is a story that tastes like the night, of a love and a mystery. Then she wakes up, this time for real. But she does not know how to tell the story of the dream book: it tastes of anxiety, but not of urgency, so she waits.
One night, on the shore of a small lake – the only light that of an ancient abbey in the distance, on the hills – Viola is sleepy. She hasn’t been sleeping for two days, surprised by the unreal illness of insomnia, and she tries to go back home. In that moment, she hears a voice talking in her mind. No, not talking, dictating. Dictating the story it sent her in a dream some time ago.
Viola writes at the most unusual times, whenever the Voice decides to talk. The Voice belongs to Viktor, it comes from the heights of a tower, from the fading distance of a lighthouse.
It is the voice of punctilious oddities, as naughty as a child long forgotten, who befriended the shadow. And from the same shadow it learned the suggestion and the indulgence we owe to our irrational foibles. So there it is. Viktor does not like even numbers. It is to accommodate his express wish that chapters are numbered with odd numbers only.
