A Beautiful Swim

It is today seventy-eight years, eight months, and seven days that the San Franciscans wake up to the view of their spectacular vermillion bridge. This 3rd of February 2016, is not, however, a day of which history will probably preserve the memory. Today is merely the day when I finally start my blog.


In the greater scheme of things, this does not sound like big news. Indeed, it isn’t. My blog will be just a drop in the wide ocean that is already surrounding us. But the reason why I am creating it is not to follow a plan of conquest of the world (that will ensue at some other point in my life). No, this space will be a home for the mind, a harbour for my thoughts and ideas, where everyone is welcome to join if they wish to.

To start with, I should probably tell you a little something about myself.

The first thing that you should know is that books and story-telling have always accompanied me throughout my life. They have shaped the person who I am today. Thanks to them, I have been able to stretch the muscles of my imagination, I have travelled to remote times and places, created new worlds and lived many lives. To me, books represent a friend; a teacher; a source of advice and discovery that constantly adjusts the way I look at the world and myself.

Other than a reader, I’m also an Italian student studying in England, that extraordinary country that has bewitched the hearts of many. There, I study French and Spanish, with a focus on literature and translation. Due to some strange coincidences and alignments of planets I currently find myself in San Francisco, in sunny California.

This alone might explain why my first post started the way it did.  But it’s also a little reference to the first paragraph in Victor Hugo’s The Hunchback of Notre-Dame. Why? Because I’m trying to confer some authority to my blog by quoting some wise-sounding literary personality. Yes, but not only. There’s an actual connection between Hugo’s work and what I’m trying to say here. There is a chapter in the novel that talks about the printing press. Hugo compares it to a magnificent monumental building, where each storey, addition and decoration corresponds to a contribution to the giant mass that constitutes human knowledge. I find this analogy fascinating and it immediately imposed itself in my mind as soon as I placed my fingers down on my keyboard to write this post.

This blog will be my small addition to the building, an extension of the profound relationship that I have with books and literature. What should you expect from it? Book reviews, literary discussions, comments and other reflections relating to reading and writing. There’ll also be the occasional unrelated post, because you should never impose rigid boundaries to a river that wants to flow freely.

So, yes, today is not a day to remember for everyone. Today is just for myself. Today I set the first stone.

Today I join the ocean. And it will be a beautiful swim.


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