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A review by m_zaccarian
Novecento. Un monologo by Alessandro Baricco
4.0
The story of 1900 fascinated me 4 times in total.
The first time was when I watched the film. Seeing the actors and their acting, the music, the scenes, the colors... it all seemed so beautiful. I remember going to bed with tears in my eyes thinking that this movie definitely changed my life.
The second time was when I was studying for my piano exam, and came across Morricone's work. I rediscovered that way the music written for the film. I printed all the music sheets and tried to learn them, while listening to the soundtrack on repeat.
The third time was in acting class. We were given a monologue to learn and perform. The monologue was an extract from the end of this novella; the part when Novecento explains why he never got off the boat. Talking about the 88 keys and the infinity within the person and the possibilities, but not within the material. I won a scholarship with that monologue. I put my entire heart in it, and I guess it showed.
The fourth and most recent time was through the novella. In all honesty, I did not know there was a written piece about this story. When I found it tucked in my parents' library, I rushed to read it. I read it hidden under a blanket when I was meant to be asleep. I felt like a young teenager again. Once again, the story moved me.
I'm glad I got to read it, and I'm glad this story keeps popping up at different stages of my life, in such different ways.
The first time was when I watched the film. Seeing the actors and their acting, the music, the scenes, the colors... it all seemed so beautiful. I remember going to bed with tears in my eyes thinking that this movie definitely changed my life.
The second time was when I was studying for my piano exam, and came across Morricone's work. I rediscovered that way the music written for the film. I printed all the music sheets and tried to learn them, while listening to the soundtrack on repeat.
The third time was in acting class. We were given a monologue to learn and perform. The monologue was an extract from the end of this novella; the part when Novecento explains why he never got off the boat. Talking about the 88 keys and the infinity within the person and the possibilities, but not within the material. I won a scholarship with that monologue. I put my entire heart in it, and I guess it showed.
The fourth and most recent time was through the novella. In all honesty, I did not know there was a written piece about this story. When I found it tucked in my parents' library, I rushed to read it. I read it hidden under a blanket when I was meant to be asleep. I felt like a young teenager again. Once again, the story moved me.
I'm glad I got to read it, and I'm glad this story keeps popping up at different stages of my life, in such different ways.