Last Mass

"e;I was enchanted by everything she said, her appearance, and her new birth... All of that made me see her as a saint or an angel... In my eyes, she identified with the Virgin Mary, whom I had seen thousands of times in paintings... Now in front of me was Mary who belonged to me, who belonged to me... I was not He realized at that moment that she was not the Virgin... but she was the other... Magdalene."e; After a violent shock, the narrator travels to several European countries... and every time the plane lands, he tries to reassemble the past like pieces of a puzzle that are difficult to understand, as if he had been living in a coma his whole life... not knowing who he is... and not knowing the truth about the people closest to him. The great Italian sculptor Bernini, the paintings of Joyce and Caravaggio, Fritzl's gruesome crimes, visions of Saint Teresa, and heavy magnets... all are elements with an exceptional presence that come alive in this painful... poetic... and often shocking novel.