E la tristezza prende il sopravvento. Perché la Maria del libro é una persona che avrei amato conoscere. Vera, gentile, forse non perfetta ma adorabile. Una di quelle persone che amano mangiare, leggere, conoscere persone e storie nuove. E grazie a lei conosciamo storie nuove anche noi.
Io una persona del genere avrei davvero voluto conoscerla, o almeno scriverle quanto il suo libro mi sia piaciuto.
Nei ringraziamenti, fa una lista di tutte le persone che l'hanno aiutata durante la malattia. L'ultima riga é: "pertanto non mi resta che dire: grazie vita".
Grazie vita di Maria. Grazie per averle permesso di diffondere quel misto di tenerezza e divertimento. E un piccolo pensiero malinconico all'idea di non poterle almeno far arrivare personalmente quei 140 caratteri di affetto.
Maria Perosino
Le scelte che non hai fatto
Einaudi
Euro 16,50
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You start a book you like. You are more or less at half way, seeing yourself mirrored in a lot of things, with that mix of tenderness and fun for your life and yourself. You decide to look for the writer's Twitter profile, because you want to tell her how much you enjoyed her book. There is, but it's not updated since two years. You think, well, maybe she doesn't love Twitter, there are a lot not loving an exposure on social medias, without being Elena Ferrante. You look on Internet to find an official site. Then you find out. Maria Perosino died in June of 2014, and the book I'm reading is her last one, published the day after her death.
And sadness prevails. Because the Maria in the book is a woman I would like to know. Honest, kind, maybe not perfect but lovely. One of those people who love to eat, read, meet new people and stories. And thanks to her, we know new stories too.
I wanted to really know a person like that, or at least write her hoe much I loved her book.
In the final thank you letter, she writes a list of people who helped her during her sickness. The last sentence is: "therefore, I just have to tell: thank you life."
Thank you Maria's life. Thank you for letting her to spread that mix of tenderness and fun. And a little sad thought to the idea that I can't get those 140 letters of tenderness across to her.
Maria Perosino
The choices you didn't make
