The last one that dominates all need is the image through which live in the flesh J. Hillman
No one can escape the gods. No one can get away from the host itself. Although the consistency forced to do so is more painful than any other possible sentence. We are, in short, more or less, prisoners of ourselves. Or at least the image that we cultivate and proceeds from elsewhere abysmal. And 'this is the plinth, adamant that supports the entire narrative development of the beautiful novel by Paul Jordan, a young particle physicist won the Strega Prize in 2008 with their debut "The Solitude of Prime Numbers " (Mondadori, p. . 304). Opera is well to remember now, supported by writing a simple but capable of surprising analytical acuity. The narrative process that draws the portraits of Alice and Mattia, runs it with ease in a prose from seemingly thin entablature but it turns out, with the progress of reading, robust and vital, able to hold up well to the seismicity of a history supported by a pattern large external and internal violence. Violence that affects almost precisely the scientific background on which shake the story of the protagonists. Alice, who hated his father hates herself for inverse projection and rejects the huge weight that oppresses practicing strict anorexia. Matthias crushed by a devastating sense of guilt for the death of sister, falls in the drama of self.
Everything else, environments, actors, families, history, and pure landscape, little more than a pretext, an occasion to express the drama. Important, sure, but somehow "outside" the main narrative that rests firmly on the binomial relationship between Alice and Mattia. A relationship under development agonizing and distressing. A novel of formation. He, kid, then a young mathematician with a rare ability to understand numbers and their relationships, adds to the stigma of a genius almost autistic voluntary wounds of the flesh. Prisoner of a total anaffettività, choose the vacuum loneliness. The Apollonian discipline of mathematics is comfortable refuge. Reassuring amniotic fluid whose fierce embrace soothes the pangs of memory from which everything is born, and the faults, real or alleged to be. In fact Matthew dies with her sister Michelle psychically problematic that unfortunately was entrusted by parents, yes, guilty. The child disappears in the mist of the park. She also disappears with the first Matthias rises immediately palingenesis monstrous, definitive, in a perverse genius pointing self-destruction. But it's not suicide, too pervia shortcut: he has to suffer forever, recalling from time to time a ghost appears in his ruthless "universe dark ".
size is not a way to seek attention. It is a manipulation. It is a mechanism to address the problems, punitive, pleasant, potentially dangerous, but effective. It helps me to bear the strong emotions that I do not know how to handle. Do not tell me I'm sick, do not tell me to stop. Do not try to make me feel guilty, I happen already. (Marilee Strong "A screaming red blood Frassinelli Editions, 1999).
When you reopen the old wound, it will pop up again that generate the blood in a delirium and self-punishment invincible temporarily liberating. Here Matthew is an impossible peace. Although Alice is looking for peace. But it is not found in numbers. This would remove from the heart. From her feelings for Matt. A true and deep sense in which the young anorexic sees a horizon of salvation. And perhaps especially for Matt. This is clear by now: if there is hope for him, lies in the love of Alice, in the relationship difficult, but saving the girl tries to give birth with desperate obstinacy. Also because the evil that grows does not allow other pregnancies. Neither wants. And his broken marriage ends. Alice begins a laborious ascent from the abyss in which, while still a child, was pushed by his father authoritarian and competitive to the extreme. A path that he thought the young to follow along with Matt. But the void is an incurable disease. Because it is full of nothing. The nothing exploded with death (death?) The twin. A part of him suddenly disappears along with Michael, that afternoon, in the mist of the park, near a river. Fade out. Evaporation irremediable that melts his "married life" with her sister, the only possible one for him, and forever after, in an inertia tenacious and invincible soul.
Alice, however, screams from the first page his silent protest in the cold freeing the bladder. At least this gives it a little 'heat, warmth in the family is denied by a totemic father obtusely. Alice dismisses the world that repels and rejects if same emptying the bowels. Freeing them trying to escape. The body does what the mind and the heart can not do. The cold milky oppresses: Appendix metaphorical cold climate that prevails in the home, opaque as the fog that, here as in the park where Michael disappears, hiding any reference, any fixed point, every direction. Inevitable shipwreck. Alice, refusing, condemns the evil father of Kin. And you shake in life, crushed by the "weight of the consequences " and those of the parent "embodied in the brain."
Mattia will only punish itself. E 'fascinated dall'affilata simplicity of the blade admits no doubts, no uncertainties affecting the matter. Just as mathematics, pure and perfect. For this reason, loves and understands more than anyone else. No high school and college does best. Even teachers who recognized his superiority to the sound of high ratings. But "There's something scary in those votes." Matt is a prime number, a rare and incomprehensible. And he loves all the numbers and the physics that is supported and explained. And its laws, its perfect inevitability, the reasons for a matter that has no doubt. Physics and mathematics always know what to do beyond moral or ethical choices. Molecules and atoms do not know Good and Evil. Him mad, I know and he did it, evil. He continues to make it on himself. The raindrops on the windshield should go where and do not know. Matthias, painful metaphor for all of us, is crushed by the free will that compels us to choose. For this reason it poses a crucial question for understanding "... if it is our fault or the fault of the drops" . On him rests the image of a drop mate. He decided that it is his fault that drop has gone down a path with no return to the physical liquidation of the river, flowing dell'indistinto kingdom, a faceless nothing. Invisible boulder that drop "... passed within him" 's will always be wearing a dark clot.
At least this is not just Matt. Alice also has her abusive lump that pushes the dissolution. Claim self-sacrificing in condensed barbaric ritual of tattooing, ubiquitous symbol of an archaic modernity. You do not know, they do not know, but the recording repeats the sacrifice of the flesh from which we come. Even Matt, unwelcome guest of itself, has its bloody tattoos. see, feel, live, observed from astronomical distances. Its diversity is absolute. When subjected to stress their hands, instead of sweating, you do the dry. Alice, although burdened with enormous problems, reactions have "human". Jordan with special significance in indicating a good insignificant. The brass handle that slips from the sweaty fingers inserted automatically into a precarious but essentially normal. So it is always to act Alice "in his place ..." within the duo. Therefore, as the twin primes, so close, separated by a single even number, will never meet. At the mercy of a cruel undertow that always drives them towards the shore and always comes back to suck in the sea, back and forth with irresistible compulsion, in an endless cycle and no hope. Where each blink of mind is flying blind leap into the solitude of the last prime number. I wonder if the prime numbers to an end.
But the righteous will comfort you for a long time with the unlikelihood of our speculations S. Freud
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