Patrizia Poli
Bio
Patrizia Poli was born in Livorno in 1961. Writer of fiction and blogger, she published seven novels.
Stories (265/0)
Henry Rider Haggart, Who Comes Before Wilbur Smith?
We all know that Henry Rider Haggard (1856–1925) is fully considered, thanks to Ayesha’s cycle — in particular to the best seller “She”, but also to adventurous Gothic tales such as “The Lady of Blossome” — the precursor of fantasy and imaginative literature, like Lovecraft, Poe, Verne and Stevenson.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Humans
AA.VV. Cronache dal Neocabonifero"
Gianfranco de Turris is one of the leading fantasy experts in Italy. Born in 1944, he is a journalist, writer and essayist. He made his debut in the sixties on the pages of the magazines “Oltre il cielo” and “Futuro”, created the series of the Fanucci publishing house, directed the magazine “The other Kingdom” dedicated to the criticism of the fantastic and chaired the Tolkien prize organized by the Solfanelli publishing house.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Humans
The Picture Novels
In the beginning it was the feuilleton, the low cut of nineteenth-century newspapers, a popular novel in installments, destined to increase newspaper sales. Then, in 1947, a certain Stefano Reda goes around the publishing houses proposing the crazy and innovative idea of a comic that has photos instead of drawings. Only the small Novissima publishing house, affiliated with Rizzoli, accepts. Sogno, a sixteen-page newspaper, comes out. The subjects are by Reda and Luciana Peverelli, writer of romance novels. Shortly after, Arnoldo Mondadori also publishes a book of photo novels entitled Bolero (film). To these two must be added the previous Grand Hotel, whose novels, however, were only drawn.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Geeks
Imma Tataranni
I don’t like mysteries, especially those that are solved in one episode, and the main character of this Italian series at a glance didn’t attract me, so I hadn’t yet seen “Imma Tataranni”, a series based on the novels by Mariolina Venezia. Then, thanks to the boredom of some recent American series (such as “Outer Banks”), I decided to give Matera’s deputy prosecutor a chance.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Humans
Giana Anguissola, "Violetta la timida"
Giana Anguissola (Travo, Piacenza 1906 — Milan 1966) begins writing at the age of sixteen, collaborating with the “Corriere dei Piccoli” on which she publishes novels and short stories. Her most famous novel is “Violetta la Timida” from 1963, which wins the Bancarellino prize.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Humans
Nemesis
The first was the vacuum cleaner. It spat instead of inhaling. Then the dishwasher began to dull all the dishes. Then a fresh new plate fell off the cutting cabinet on your foot. And the tree collapsed a suspicious number of times with all the balls that shattered and you were there to buy them back like a jerk at half the price because it now were only three days before Christmas.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Fiction
Macale, DeCave, Appetito, "Resushitati"
Cardiopoetica is a literary collective made up of three people — Marco De Cave, Fabio Appetito and Mariano Macale — which does not arise only as a union of three authors in a single volume, rather — at least in intentions — as a sort of new cultural avant-garde, of literary manifesto.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Poets
Gianluca Morozzi, "Mortimer Blues"
Opening at random a book, belonging to the undergrowth of our contemporary fiction, with one hand covering the title page, it becomes difficult, by now, to distinguish one male author from the other by style. Leaving aside, of course, those who don’t know how to write, even among the good there is a kind of transversal language that many writers have in common, partly borrowed from their frequentation with Americans. This, without detracting from the effectiveness of “Mortimer Blues”, a long story, rather than a novel, by the musician writer Gianluca Morozzi, born in 1971.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Humans
Unfinished
At the funeral there are friends who find the dead man thin and wasted. Of course, he’s wasted. We think about life, we are all just hanging by a thread, today we are here and tomorrow we are gone, but no one tells the truth, that is, that the guy over there, Thomas, would never have asked to come into the world, and he lived all his years without knowing what his goal was, just to end up like this, stiff in the coffin.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Fiction