
June 17, 2026
by Silvia Guidi We think we know them, but most of the time, for us, they are just names. They become faces and living presences if we dedicate enough time and attention to them, if we let them answer our questions. If we let them tell their story, from their point of view, without rushing. But above all – and this is, ultimately, the decisive choice – if we agree to get involved by allowing ourselves to be read by their alien gaze, coming from a distant era and from a world different from ours. It is then that the dialogue can begin, tells us Giuseppe Conte, poet, narrator, essayist, traveler and explorer of material and spiritual worlds, in the book Della Same Substance of Dreams. Monologues on myth (Milan, Bompiani, 2026, 264 pages, 19 euros) which collects the epiphanies of twenty-six characters from …
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