- Pubblicato:31 maggio 2018
Mariuccia “My denied love” is an astonishing and touching novel. At the centre of this novel are Mariuccia and Antonio, two lovers from a village in the south of Italy. They are victims of a typical prejudicial reality of the retrograde south.
Mariuccia is the daughter of a modest family and subjugated by a master father. Antonio is the son of a highly esteemed lawyer.
In a hypocritical society full of thin-lipped disapproval, Mariuccia will learn that saving appearances is a must. In fact, at the age of fifteen, she
falls pregnant and gives away her baby, coerced by her aunt whom had long emigrated to America. She flies to New York to give birth and painfully goes through the experience of the adoption process.
Her aunt persuades Mariuccia not to tell anyone about the baby so to avoid a moral and social scandal. Even Antonio is unaware about the fruit of their passion love. So, his life carries on. He becomes an engineer and travels the world on business.
Mariuccia is haunted by the birth of her son, decades earlier, and his subsequent adoption. She calls him Antonio, after his father. Her head is full of memories: of her life in the 60s as a young mother and a dressmaker for a living, and of the love denied between her and Antonio, the man who had stolen her heart. The most remarkable thing about this novel, full of characters and embarrassing situations, is the humiliating-mortifying picture of a certain way of life of a bygone era. There is also psychological aspect of this incredible novel that is based on the values shared by the members of a southern underdeveloped society. In particular, the concept of preserving virginity until marriage. That’s just how it was back then.
“Mariuccia, my dear granddaughter; I’m aware that you are too young to understand the story I’m about to tell you but I’m sure that you would like to know all about it. I’ll bring the armchair to the cradle so your poor grandma can tell you a fairy tale while you sleep peacefully…
A love story that has influenced my life. It was the year 1968, I was fourteen and madly in love with my fiancée, Antonio. Even he loved me. I remember the way we used to make love. My inner strength would push into the circle of his arms; our lips would touch in a sexual harassment. It was an over-whelming passion; an hormonal storm. The avidity for possession took control over our intimacy. The only thought of seeing each other would bring on pleasure of the senses. Love was the central part of our life; I was so happy.
In those days was “the Twist”, a pelvic dance motion that became popular and was also the first scandal for public morals. Everyone had a go dancing it, mainly in closed places, like round people’s houses. It was lovely and strange at the same time to see women twirling their hips.
Women were confronted with an unmentionable multitude of prohibitions and sexual taboos. The value of virginity was unassailable and worth respecting. I didn’t take much notice of the moral, social and family prejudices when I lost my virginity. An unusual behaviour to have considering the narrow-mindedness in that era.
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- Tipologia: Stampato
- Editore: Santi Editore
- Lingua: Inglese
- ISBN-10: 9788899531522
- Dimensioni: 15cm x 21cm con copertina morbida