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- Herausgeber: Youcanprint
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
During a stormy night, Paolo is housed in a solitary hostel, a place at the edge of the surreal where social conventions are bizarre, if not improbable, and from which escape is an impossible task… Threats are not physical, but rather psychological and emotional. Sexuality and love, along with the desire to rise above others by winning wrestling matches that bring no prize to the winner, are but unbreakable chains, no one can get rid of if he wants to be part of human society. A Kafkaesque story recalling the "Castle" and "America", Rain is a reverse coming of age novel, told in explicit and ironic tones.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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RAIN
Giuseppe Favata
Layout and cover image: Zenith Books
Translation by: Mark Ayton
Copyright © 2016 Giuseppe FavataISBN: 9788892678170Youcanprint Self-Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
It was night. The rain poured down incessantly, lightning flashed over a gloomy landscape and the thunder crashed menacingly in the chill, shrieking wind. Poor Paolo was soaked to the skin, but he gritted his teeth, more not to feel them chattering than to screw up courage. He was walking slowly along a road that the glare of the lightning picked out in fragments from time to time. He was suffering, yet an inexplicable strength made him keep going. And the road finally brought him within sight of a distant light that beckoned to him and made him walk faster. The light gained form as he approached, and soon a large country inn loomed clearly before him. Imagine the joy Paolo felt! He ran the last few steps of the way. He could see guards at the entrance, but they didn’t seem bothered about him; so he approached slowly until he found himself in the lobby of the building. It was enormous, empty at present, perhaps because the night was already well advanced. From either side a number of staircases rose, and at the back was a receptionist sitting at her desk, endless rows of hooks for room keys ranged behind her. Paolo went up to her and in some agitation asked:
