NOW, THEN

This is a work of fiction (it’s odd that novels so often point out this fact: have you ever purchased a couch and found a notice, perhaps on the consumer safety label, informing you that “This is a very wide upholstered seat with a backrest and armrests”?). Events, names, characters, and places are all imaginary. Any resemblance to actual events, real persons, and mothers-in-law is purely coincidental. Not so for real persons mentioned in this book, whom I fictitiously enlisted in what I hope is the most respectful way possible as far as their public images are concerned.

I thank Prof. John Spanish for his advice on the subject of video security.

I also wish to thank Ernesto Franco, because he knows what a writer is and what he does; Paola Gallo, who knows how to point out a novel’s better qualities and shortcomings with the same tact and delicacy (and who wears boots with all the flair of an authentic cowgirl); and Maria Ida Cartoni, who has an unmatched talent for describing a book in a sentence or two at the most, and nailing it every time.

My special thanks to Dalia Oggero, who has been following me since I took my first literary steps, and who after all these years still lets me know whether I’m keeping up the pace or just scampering on all fours.

 

D. D. S.

 

 

(The chapter “When You Wake Up and Realize You Died in Your Sleep” appeared in the February 2008 issue of Rolling Stone Italy, in a slightly different version.)