A streetcar, which makes itself imagined as an island of light in the darkness of Christmas night, travels through the far suburbs. \nInside it carries a mystery, fragile and abandoned. \nPoor people who have finished their day get on. \nThe prostitute deported from Africa, her hapless client, the illegal immigrant who lives by expediency, the artist overcome by illness, the nurse besieged by loneliness, the boy who cannot put together dinner for his partner and daughter. \nThey go toward the eve night that awaits them, or that simply does not await them. \nEach carries with them, in their thoughts, in their memory, on their bodies, a different and complicated story, about themselves and others, but still steeped in helplessness and anger. \nBut that mystery thrown in the back of the seats, behind the cab of the driver addicted to indifference, gathers them all together, like a traveling crib, a mirage of salvation. As much as each of them feels that there is no salvation outside that Christmas streetcar.\nIn his strongly lyrical prose, which has the ability to modulate to the moments of the story, almost to music, Giosu\u00e8 Calaciura with the tools of literature gives us back the urgency, depth and contradictions of our time. \nIn the manner of Dickens (whose A Christmas Carol this tale openly recalls), without shying away from putting himself resolutely on the side of denunciation and commitment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The purpose is to affirm that society has inalienable human substance and to show its tenacious desire to exist. \nThus, book after book, Calaciura goes on to compose a novel of the streets that have no name.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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