"If I would have to publish this blog, I would first dedicate it to women. In exchange, I would like to read the diary that a woman would have held for her body. To see a little more clearly in the female mystery. Where's this mystery? In fact, for example, a man does not know anything about what a woman feels about the shape and weight of the sexes, and women do not know anything about what the men feel about the pain of the penis. "- 50 years and 3 months; Thursday, 10 January 1974.
So I started today's article, disconnecting part of the book "Diary of a Body" by Frenchman Daniel Pennac. If the title seemed odd to you - like me a few days ago - let me explain it to you.
This is so because it is built in the form of a diary that does not confess on biographical details, at least not fundamental, but describes the whole life of the protagonist over a period of 74 years, from the age of 12 to the age of 87.
I bring it to Albanian for the third time by the Pegi Editions (after "As a novel" and "The Paradise of the Goblins"), edited by Edmond Tupja, the novel focuses on the heroic transformation of the hero over the years revealing itself more and more .
"The storyteller delivers to the journal all romantic decay, sexual encroachment and failures, from the first to the last. This is the expression of the body through the dam, "writes L'Express, while Le Figaro describes it as" the story of our fibers, the story of the man who started badly, died and raised thousands of times and filled his life. "
Tupya calls the novel a crazy way through the deeper secrets of man: "It touches all areas of life. It starts from the body. Body and mind are together. It is very interesting; there are concrete things, medical analysis, relationships with others, the first time she does love, what happens, how she feels in front of the public in different situations, etc. They give their attitude before death, the attitude when it begins and aging, the attitude towards love, homosexuality. "
An amusing, popular novel is at the same time profoundly philosophical: confessed to the body, to every millimeter of it, to the many surprises, to our maketas, feelings and our secrets.
In the end, the author writes: "Now, my little Nani, we will have to die. Do not be afraid, to show how we will do "to fulfill the human life that confessed without taboo as" died and resurrected thousands of times. "
