Book, That face was mine[LS]

Language: Brazilian Portuguese. A novel about memory, inheritance and emotional roots. In this delicate work, a thirteen-year gestation, Marcia once again reveals how much philosophical discourse affects and influences her literary writing. In dark times, permeated by disillusionment with ideas and projects, including human ones, she creates a book with an intense poetic vein. Each word pulses emotionally, in an increasing staccato until the ending. It was mine, this face was born from a real story that the author heard as a girl. And, contrary to what happens in The Cloak, Magnólia and The Woman on His Back, the narrative voice here is male. With his camera, the narrator, faceless and nameless, wants to record the pilgrimage through tourist V, in Italy. But why? Following the history of his own family, he wanders, trying to return to the mythical beginning of all his wanderings. Of all family dramas. In the childhood narrative, a family mythology of great delicacy is recovered, where the philosopher grandfather is the central figure. There will, however, be expulsion from paradise. From the angelic world arises the world of damnation. Life is a stretched ribbon ready to be cut by the scissors of a God who does not hide. Then follows an inventory of losses: the death of his uncle, grandmother and grandfather. Life fractured by the first experiences of death. Marcia also does a work of invention with language, with style, to reconstruct a family mosaic in the labyrinths of language. There is also the acute search for a gallery of images to portray the narrator's philosophical ruminations. That face was mine is an enigmatic, touching novel, full of affection and reflection. The narrator's journey in search of his origins is also the trajectory of all of us in search of the idea of ​​family.