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              Official Philosophers, sketchbook drawing by Mary
                                 Blindflowers




















         The author searches wisely the semantic correspondence in the acts of the two worlds

         and their respective leading men, so that the plot paving main character’s doubt bases
         itself on identical and opposite percussions, knocks which antithetically dispel and evoke
         again  the  sceptical  shadow  of  the  major  figure,  her  irresolute,  secluded,  mysterious
         shadiness.
         But  when  the  writer  defines  as  an  anti-novel  her  work,  she  gives  the  idea  of  a  clear
         message between  the lines to her readers: the story, as we have already told, starting
         from a notion of essential refusal of the phallocratic logic which the male power seeded
         into the world, hugs, by its allegories and figurae impletae spread into the plot, all the
         political-religious history characterizing the country, so that the narration, in the eyes of
         the  weaver  of  its  plot  and  tissue,  does  not  look  absolutely  novelistic,  but  a  clear
         transfigured  reading  of  the  events  and  a  suggestion  to  change  the  course  painting  a
         previous  world  antinomical  to  power’s  orgy.  In  my  opinion  there  is  neither  fanciful
         (despite  setting’s  looks),  nor  sentimental,  nor  historical,  nor  political,  nor  satirical
         valence in the story seemingly, very seemingly invented by Mary Blindflowers; there is

         instead a strong meditation (typical of an essayist) on the aetiogenesis of the diachronic
         drift of the male-tailored world definitely deprived of the anxiety of research and inquiry
         about the reasons of things and their origins.
         Sanding fancy’s chrysalis the story wraps itself up, the reader discovers a valence much
         more essayistic and preceptive than what the reading suggests at first sight. And I would
         tell that just this seemingly hidden nature of Mary Blindflowers’ book is the clinched seal
         of the originality of this author.






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