Dust in the soul

By discovering the character of Arturo Bandini, I could not help thinking in Barton Fink, the Coen Brothers, which also features a single writer in front of his typewriter, in a dingy den of an LA hotel, beset by doubt and anxiety of the blank page. Like him, Arturo is subject to the need to lay something as quickly as possible by financial necessity to pay rent to the old madam, but above all by pride. For our little Rital came Colorado has ambition to spare, and he does not shy, in literature as in sentimental terms ...

Fante's style alone is a marvel; it is a reflection of his character: impetuous, unbridled and refreshing. The pace is brisk, history holds the road is full of images that sparkle in our head like champagne bubbles, and narrative point of view puts us directly in the head of Arturo, making we saw the story as if you were in his place. And it's so well written, so just and endearing that we sometimes want to let go of the larmichette (the final scene in the desert is - excuse the term -. A fucking masterpiece) is Arturo identifies so that eventually becomes almost as sensitive as him ...

"Ask the Dust" is one of the most beautiful books I've read in recent years, and I urge you to read it.
And if you still doubt, ask the great Charles what he thinks in his preface ...