Esistere

But when we die, is it as if we never existed? This is the question posed by Bibbi, daughter of a bourgeois Naples and a certain affluence, of a dull generation we already met in Alessandra Bacarelli's first novel. Like all of us – in the vortex of work and emotions – her characters grapple with the wounds of the past, often struggling with the intimate loneliness of incommunicability. No one should grow up without guidance, without dreams. And perhaps this is the silent drama of a generation lost in smartphone screens, with colorful and fake stories that fail to dry real tears. How much do appearances matter in a world that seems to no longer exist? In this fast-paced and apathetic age, is there still time to love?