Riccardo Bruni


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Orbetello, Italy
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Giornalista, ha collaborato con webzine, riviste, uffici stampa e agenzie. Ha scritto i romanzi «La lunga notte dell'Iguana», «Il Leone e la Rosa», «Nessun dolore», «Zona d'ombra», «La notte delle falene» e la raccolta «Sette racconti». Con il racconto «L'uomo con la pistola» ha collaborato al progetto YouCrime (Rizzoli). Il suo romanzo «Il Leone e la Rosa» è stato tradotto per Amazon Crossing in inglese da Aaron Maines («The Lion and the Rose») e in tedesco da Marion Ahl («Der Löwe und die Rose»).

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La notte delle falene

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La stagione del biancospino

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La promessa del buio

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Zona d'ombra

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Estratti d'autore

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Nessun dolore

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Sette racconti

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Il Leone e la Rosa

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“Mathias remembered that once when he was a boy, he'd gone up to a pile of red apples that lay in the market cart, in the market near Stolberg where his father often took him. He'd always loved apples, and he couldn't resist the temptation of grabbing one out of the pile. He chose the closest, a splendid red piece of fruit that he would never forget because of his overwhelming desire to take it and hide it in the folds of his clothing. A moment after Mathias reached out and snatched it, the pile slid and applies tumbled down all around him. The farmer, who knew his father, would have been satisfied with an apology. But his father, a successful craftsman who was well-known and respected in the town, had insisted on purchasing an entire basketful of apples, because of the trouble Mathias had caused. Mathias got the worst scolding his father had ever given him. Not because of the money, but for the small act of petty thievery, which an upright man like his father would never tolerate. He shouldered his punishment, and in the end was only allowed to eat as single apple from the basket. He spent the night thinking about the pile. He had to remove only one and the whole thing had come down. He wondered if the same thing might happen with any tower, no matter how majestic and imposing it might seem, were someone to remove the right stone from the base.

The thought stayed with him throughout his life. Venice now seemed a lot like that pile of apples. If three murders truly represented an irresistible opportunity, then which nobleman would have seized it, knowing that such a thing would cause La Serenissima and everything it represented to come crashing down?”
Riccardo Bruni, The Lion and the Rose

“It’s strange how we feel the need to connect with death. Look at it up close, so we can almost touch it. Like the way we slow down when we see an accident on the road. We pass nearby to try to see as much as possible, even though we know we won’t like what we see. And yet we can’t help it. We can’t look away.”
Riccardo Bruni, The Night of the Moths

“But that day it was raining, and since they couldn't very well sit on the rooftop in the rain to watch the flotilla parade, they stayed in the little room that led to the roof. It had just one tiny window through which the gray light of day filtered in. They sat on the floor, and Lorenzo's senses were aroused by the sound of the rain falling outside, the musky smell of his own body, and the fragrant scent of Caterina's hair. A single blonde strand wound down her slim neck.

They kissed, taking off their rain-washed summer clothes so that their bodies pressed, naked, against one another. Long, delicate lovemaking. Caresses, kisses, shivers, and sighs of delight.

Lorenzo would have gladly spend the rest of his life preserved in that single moment, as if in amber, abandoning reality to live in the memory of that one single day.”
Riccardo Bruni, The Lion and the Rose

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