La nostalgia che avremo di noi is a human comedy, a polyphonic storybook, a stone that, thrown into the water, expands in concentric circles the mysterious substance of desire.

One could say that inside a book like this, in which the form of a novel breaks down and fragments, the ghosts of life move more naturally, allow themselves pauses, play with nostalgia, question time, and the intermittencies of the present. Anna Voltaggio's characters are inside the nostalgia of an unknowable past, they know love only as an illusory form, they live with uncertain tenderness, with desires left unresolved, with feelings to be kept at bay; and they light sudden glimmers on lives about which we do not need to know more than what is hinted at. They explain eroticism without saying it, pleasure without pursuing it, they modulate waiting like an incomplete puzzle, where the missing tiles generate another design, and they show error as the only possible form of freedom. In these pages peopled with lost voices, it seems as if the noise of life arrives from time to time, where the future mixes with the past like a paradox, in a present that renounces nothing and yet goes astray in the face of dreams and desires. In this debut book, Anna Voltaggio closes accounts with memories, desires and obsessions, stitching together, with dry and decisive writing, stories that expose all our incapabilities, all our all too human flaws.