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Viola Di Grado

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in Catania, Italy
June 04

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Viola Di Grado was born in Catania in 1987. She lived in Kyoto, Leeds and London, where she earned her MA in East Asian philosophies. Her widely translated first novel- Settanta acrilco trenta lana (70% Acrylic 30% Wool) published when she was 23- was the winner of the prestigious 2011 Campiello First Novel Award and the Rapallo Opera Prima Award. It was also longlisted for the Strega Award and for the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award 2014. Her short stories and essays have been published in numerous magazines and journals.

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“Try and make them understand that while artists can recycle their suffering in their art, I didn't know what to do with mine.”
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“I'd understood that grief is a Russian nesting doll: it never ends, it just hides inside new grief, and every new instance of grief contains all the previous ones. So my grief was invisible but it was there, inside every stupid daily disappointment.”
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“Non lo capiva nessuno che sono le parole che sono contrarie alla vita, ti nascono in testa, te le covi in gola, e poi in un attimo ci spargi sopra la voce e le uccidi per sempre. La lingua è un crematorio incosciente che vuole condividere e invece distrugge, come le dita-lame di Edward mani-di-forbice, che se accarezza taglia la faccia.”
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