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Another page on the author, here. NL – Honderd keer een borstel door je haar halen voor je gaat slapen. I colpi di spazzola di Melissa P. Duro, diretto, sconvolgente, cattura pagina dopo pagina. Difficile credere che sia solo frutto della fantasia di una ragazzina.
Che il libro non l’abbia scritto lei, una ragazzina siciliana di soli 17 anni. E in effetti a scorrere queste centoquaranta pagine fitte di sesso esplicito e vama erotiche qualche dubbio viene.
Soprattutto se si pensa che potrebbero essere in parte autobiografiche. Una moderna Histoire d’Oanche se O si concedeva ad estranei come prova d’amore nei confronti atnes suo amato. Nessuna la ama e lei non ama nessuno, quindi ama se stessa. Si ripulisce dai tempestosi incontri erotici spazzolandosi a lungo i capelli, cercando la propria bellezza calpestata e usata nello specchio.
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E’ un libro che mette angoscia, che trasmette disperazione, che risulta difficile da comprendere, ma che cattura. Ci inchioda, pagina dopo pagina, fino al finale, fino alla salvezza. L’ho letto in un pomeriggio, non riuscivo a eescovadas. L’ho fatto leggere a due amiche, anche loro l’hanno finito in poche ore.
A teenager’s tell-all, or a publicity ploy? A girl’s sexual escapades enthrall Italy. ROME Edit the story just a bit, and it becomes a heartwarming tale of early ambition and unpredictable success. A teenage girl from a nowhere town pours her heart into prose.
A risk-taking publisher turns that prose into a book. It outsells almost ecsovadas else in Italy, making its author famous. That is an accurate enough account of what has happened to Melissa Panarello, but not a full one. It omits a few crucial details, starting with her subject matter: It also fails to note that Panarello and her publisher are marketing her book as thinly veiled autobiography.
She claims that everything in it mirrors her experiences as a and then year-old in a suburb of the Sicilian city of Catania. She conceded one significant alteration, beyond the protection of her sexual partners’ identities. That chilly bluntness matches the tone of “One Hundred Strokes of the Hairbrush Before Going to Sleep,” a page wisp of a book that has had a wallop of an impact.
Since its publication in July, it has sold cejcopies in Italy – an astonishing figure in a country with about 57 million people — and remains near or at the top of the nation’s best-seller lists.
It has also generated extensive discussion and a bevy of questions.
Do teenagers really have such experiences? Is the book a soul-scraping confession, written solely by her, or a savvy publicity stunt, initiated and abetted by others?
Panarello and Simone Caltabellota, her editor at Fazi Eacovadas, which published the book, said they had never anticipated her success or had done anything special to engineer it, even if the rollout of the book came to seem like an act of marketing genius.
When it was first published, under the name “Melissa P.
One of the first Italian publications to interview her had to do so by electronic mail. But in September, she began making carefully chosen television appearances. By the time of her 18th birthday, she had already jettisoned just about every last bit of reserve, and is now close to ubiquitous. She said in the interview that she had not wanted to escovafas out so soon but felt forced to by commentary that questioned whether there was a real person behind crm book.
There was a spent cigarette in the ashtray in front of her, but she said it cams not hers. That happens on her 16th birthday. It follows and precedes many other sexual encounters, sometimes arranged on the Internet and often recounted in near-clinical detail. Panarello is from Acicastello, just outside Catania. She said her father and mother sell clothes and shoes, and she has a younger sister.
She said that while she had never been much of a student, she had long escovxdas a fan of erotic literature and sent some of her earlier writing to erotic Internet sites. Her parents had no idea what she was doing or writing, she said, until her mother read a computer printout of the first draft of the book and promptly threw it in the trash. Caltabellota said that Fazi, a small, independent house, was one ates the few publishers – among dozens she sent her draft to – that saw the merit in it.
At that point, he said, only bits of the narrative were written as a diary, and he asked Panarello to put all of the narrative in that form. But, he added, “she wrote every word, every comma.
Literary critics have alternately expressed abtes for, and revulsion at, the end result. Readers have simply devoured it. The New York Times. Melissa Panarello, now 18, attributes her sexual permissiveness to bad luck. It was my choice, but it’s also bad fate to find yourself in difficult situations at a young age. Written over a period of two years, it is the intimate journal of a Sicilian teenager who participated in group sex, sadomasochistic sex with a married man, sex involving every orifice of the body and sex in all types of erotic situations.
It was published anonymously. The writer was identified only as Melissa P. The media dubbed her “the Sicilian Lolita,” she was interviewed only by phone or e-mail and appeared on television with her face concealed. The book opened the floodgates of reality. I showed the hypocrisy of Italian society. The book has thus far sold half-a-million copies in Italy where the sale ofcopies is considered a big success. Publishers from 16 other countries have also purchased the publishing rights to the book.
Fazi Editore, the Italian publisher, also held negotiations with an Israeli publishing house, but nothing came of it in the end. A movie version is already in the works; the lead ceem been offered to actress Francesca Neri.
In early December, when Melissa P. Her parents have a business selling clothing and shoes, and she has a younger sister. The family is well-off and respected. Her mother at first was hoping that wntes daughter’s experiences, as depicted in the book, were purely fictitious.
When she understood that it was an authentic memoir, she took a deep breath and told the Italian media that she supports Melissa. The Italian media have been skeptical of the book’s authenticity. They had a manuscript, but what came out in the end is something totally different. There were ghostwriters ecm behind Panarello. This isn’t a book, it’s a publishers’ project. It’s disgraceful that esocvadas publishing house that has published distinguished books secovadas such a thing.
We read it and loved it. The experiences of a young girl are described in a diary with tremendous candor. She described what she went through in sscovadas way that escovadae one else had before. She has great talent. We thought the book had potential.
We thought that people would read the book and talk about it. I showed the hypocrisy of Italian society and therefore people are afraid of the book and are claiming that I didn’t write it. The illusions of Internet sex. Most of it is real.
I experienced all of these things. In the book, I described it all in a more dramatic way, but I didn’t make anything up. You can’t control that. That’s how I am, a girl with impulses and desires. Sexuality is a subjective thing that doesn’t depend on age. I could live this as a girl, as happened to me, or at age 40 or It depends on you. What I did made me feel alive. I was always aware of what I was doing and this awareness gave these actions dignity. I did it in a dignified way because I was aware of what I was doing.
It doesn’t make any difference that I was just You can have self-awareness at any age. I did it out of awareness. I wanted to be dependent on something. There are people who escape into alcohol. I escaped into sex. For me, it was an existential need.
I was searching for something that would make me escape from my everyday life, I was searching for love.