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I almost forgot.

I like him a lot, but this is one of the few that I haven't read yet. Perhaps, as I understand it, the most "feminine" one. The fact is that I believe he is one of the most "smirking" authors of recent years, although, I think, he occasionally goes a bit overboard with his desire to present implausible situations. My favorite remains Soffocare. The most "crazy" one I think is Rabbia (I had never read a book like that before). The one with the best plot is Survivor.. Alright, I'll stop now :D

He, from what I've listened to with Davis and Mahavishnu Orchestra, I like a lot. You, as usual.

I liked it.

Ahh, how nice it is to be concise! Well done!

It’s an honor to have you here, Cimminchio. But don’t say that, I’m a good guy, it’s not as it looks. I love everyone. Long live the party of love! ;)

Look, Za, it could be a nice interpretation. However, keep in mind that before the protagonist had the name we read, the author had called him Kristof. Then she erased it and changed it (it's something I saw on the first page of the second book typed by the author, look for it if you want, you'll find it online). I don’t think it’s very important, especially since it’s not even clear where the story is set. It’s inferred to be in some Eastern country, but Kristof doesn’t even mention it.

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Thank you again, everyone! A few scattered replies: @Casamorta: no, in my opinion, it has little to do with 1984. Not even in terms of tension. 1984 was written to denounce a certain type of power that could create a specific kind of regime, so there is a strong involvement of the author in what he says or prophesizes, and I believe this is also true for the reader. In the trilogy, it is much more subtle, more personal. Really, one is shocked by the first 100 pages, then a sort of habituation to pain, to evil, to the inexplicable sets in.. it’s something present in all of Kristof's books, this way of recounting the most terrible things with an astonishing coldness, without anything but the facts. No sentimentality, no lengthy details about macabre or compassionate matters. The facts. Extremely harsh. At most, as the sweet Kosmo already pointed out yesterday, I could compare it to Waiting For Godot by Beckett for a certain dryness, a slightly visible vein of madness, for the theme of the double, of man after the Second World War, but I see little in common with Orwell :) Did you, on the other hand, notice any similar traits? @Josi: read it! I saw on Anobii that you’ve already read something by Kristof, and I thought you had read this one. I wonder why.
@Lucy: you came out of your silent observation for me! Thank you, dear :) @Fedezan: if you read it, it’s likely that you’ll like it :) @Alex: thanks, little cookie! What did I promise you? I can't really remember, you know. Once again, gracias a todos.

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