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Swimming is one of my greatest pleasures if time allowed, Id be in the pool or taking a dip in the sea everyday. Ive read some memorable swimming stories most recently Swimming Studies by Leanne Shapton and Swimming Home by Deborah Levy however unfortunately the latest, Swimming to Elba by Silvia Avallone and translated by Antony Shugaar, was not one that made me reach for the cossie.
The story begins at the height of summer — Anna and Francesca are just learning that their adolescent bodies wield a particular power over the boys and men in the town.
They knew that nature was on their side; they knew they were powerful. Because in certain settings, certain places, all that matters is whether a girl is pretty. The inviolate domain of the Milanese, the Germans, the silky-skinned tourists in black SUVs and sunglasses. But for the teenagers who lived in the huge barracks of public housing, for the children of all the nobodies dripping with sweat and blood at the steel mill, the beach across the way from their front doors was already paradise.
The only real paradise. Unfortunately I found the story disjointed, occasionally repetitive and jumped forwards and backwards in an inconsistent way. Furthermore, the constantly changing narrator, in some cases from paragraph to paragraph, was distracting. I did like the sense of place that the author created. Set in the seaside town of Piombinao, Italy, the scenes describing the beach, the rundown apartment buildings, the steel mill and the town were good — I could smell the rotting seaweed, see the mangy stray cats and feel the gritty air at the mill.
Farther on, an abandoned industrial shed. In the middle, an excavator with a twisted arm and an upside-down bucket. Dead and seething with heat. I received my copy of Swimming to Elba from the publisher, Penguin via NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review.
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