Me and You
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Lorenzo Cuni is a fourteen-year-old loner. His wealthy parents think he is away on a school skiing trip, but in fact he has stowed away in a forgotten cellar. For a week he plans to live in perfect isolation, keeping the adult world at bay. Then a visit from his estranged half-sister, Olivia, changes everything.
Evoking the fierce intensity and the pulse-quickening creepiness of I’m Not Scared, Ammaniti’s bestselling first novel, Me and You is a breathtaking tale of alienation, acceptance, and wanting to be loved by “a fearsomely gifted writer” (The Independent).
“Immensely engaging . . . Both tender and emotionally arresting, Ammaniti’s novel is unforgettable.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review
“Italian author Niccolò Ammaniti does a lot in 160 pages, including surprise, humor, and frighten you—sometimes simultaneously.” —Daily Candy
“Ammaniti’s prose is nimble, perceptive and economical . . . There’s a lot to love about this book—its reticent empathy, its delicate and pragmatic treatment of addiction, its remarkable use of restricted physical space.” —Full Stop
“Me and You takes a short time to read but offers a memorable experience in a mutual recognition of loneliness and grief.” —Curled Up With a Good Book
“Me And You, at just over one hundred pages . . . [is a] perfect book . . . Niccolò Ammaniti disgusts me for how talented he is . . . He has written a masterpiece.” —Antonio D’Orrico, Corriere della Sera
Niccolò Ammaniti
Niccolò Ammaniti (Roma, 1966) es la gran figura literaria italiana de su generación, alabado por la crítica, galardonado con el Strega y el Viareggio, los premios más prestigiosos, con incontables lectores y traducido a 44 lenguas. Entre sus novelas destacan Te llevaré conmigo y No tengo miedo, que serán recuperadas próximamente por Anagrama. De él se ha escrito: "Está en lo más alto del muy fecundo y brillante grupo de jóvenes escritores de nuestros días" (Renato Barilli); "Un talento extraordinario, el escrito más versátil" (Antonio d'Orrico); "La nueva palabra italiana para el talento es Ammaniti" (The Times); "Ammaniti ha creado un retrato convincente de la Italia contemporánea, y ha aportado un necesario contrapeso a los retratos románticos y turísticos del país. Y aun así, a pesar de la dureza de su mundo, el calor humano burbujea entre sus grietas. Preferiría perderme en el mundo alienado de Ammaniti que en muchos otros" (Matthew Kneale, Financial Times); "Ammaniti es un escritor de una gran imaginación y una notable sutileza moral" (Times Literary Supplement).
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Challenging and somewhat confranting about a boy and his junkie sister. A modern take on a "Moral " story. short, sharp and to the point. I loved it and think it's got some potential and class set or textbook for more senior students, Coming of age story. Identity.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5De dertienjarige Lorenzo, nogal eenzelvig, maakt zijn ouders wijs dat hij op skivakantie mag met zijn vrienden, maar verblijft al die tijd in de kelder van hun appartement. Hij leert er zijn junkie-halfzuster kennen. Goede aanzet, maar nogal ongeloofwaardige wendingen.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A rivetting novella or long short story which I read in about an hour and half, never once turning my eyes from the page. Lorenzo is a classic Ammaniti adolescent - clumsy, unsure of himself, and in this case a loner. But he's about to be catapulted into the world of adults. Hiding in the cellar whilst faking a week's skiing holiday with the popular and successful kids at school, he's amazed and distressed when his half sister Olivia, who he's met once, arrives looking for her possessions - and then decides to stay. What follows in the next few days (which is hard to discuss without spoiling it - its only a very short piece) is for Lorenzo a vision and premonition of his own future - he has a moment of clarity in which he can see a different short and long term future to his current miserable lonely existence. Can he take the chance?This is a great piece of work. Lorenzo, Olivia and their parents are brought to life beautifully in a few short paragraphs. Ammaniti is a genius
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book was a good start of my reading year, with a book this thin. It was easy to read, but has a clear deeper, touching, layer that makes you think.The story is about Lorenzo, the typical outsider boy at high school. But he tries (and it seems to work) to give his parents the idea that he fits in. Part of this is a made up invitation for a skiing holiday. But of course he isn't. He spents the week in the cellar. And it's a weird week, as an unexpected person comes by and needs his help.Until now I only read the more hillarious books by [[Ammaniti]]. This was much more heavy and touching. And also a good read.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Lorenzo is a fourteen-year-old boy that doesn't fit in with his peers. He learns at a young age what he must do to fit in enough so that he won't be bullied, but he always feels a sense of "aloneness." "But the longer I put on this show, the more different I felt. The chasm that separated me from the others grew deeper. On my own I was happy, with the others I always had to pretend. Sometimes this scared me. Would I have to imitate them for the rest of my life?" (38). When some of Lorenzo's classmates talk of going on a skiing trip, Lorenzo tells his mother that he has been invited. Lorenzo's mother is so overwhelmed by the "normalness" of all this that Lorenzo can't tell her that he lied to her and instead plans a week in hiding. Lorenzo seems to be enjoying his little getaway in the cellar of his building, when he is interrupted by his half-sister, Olivia, whose own issues force Lorenzo to think outside himself.At first, I was a bit apathetic to this book and might not have finished had it been a longer work, but after completing it, it continues to haunt me. The characters are well developed but the reader is left with some questions about why Lorenzo is so different and how his sister Olivia's problems developed. Some of this may be implied such as: Lorenzo's relationship with his mother, Olivia's problems with her father, and what makes Lorenzo different. Delving into these issues truly makes this a story worth reading and discussing!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Lorenzo is a 14 year-old misfit. He has no friends at his school; to appease his mom, he tells her he's been invited on a ski weekend with some of the most popular kids. As he prepares for his "trip" he's also setting up his "getaway" in the basement of his family's apartment--mattress, sheets, food (including nutella and 20 cans of tuna), a small tv, his PlayStation, and three Stephen King novels. This would be his vacation--a week away from his parents and the stress of his daily life. What bliss! All this planning, only to have it interrupted by his annoying half-sister, Olivia, who was 23. They had never liked one another--why was she bothering him now?In this small gem of a book, "Europe's hottest novelist" (Kirkus Review) has drawn a picture-perfect relationship of two half- siblings, who although they neither like nor even know one another, are drawn together in a time of need. Much of the story is told in dialogue: Lorenzo with his mother, his father, Olivia, and much through Lorenzo's active imagination. Me and You is a real treat--don't miss it!
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Gripping novella. Great character development and well written. I read it in a day and the pages flew by.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Whoah craziness guys! You know how there are certain movies out there (I'm looking at you David Lynch) where you're watching them and half of the time you're wondering what's going on while the other halftime you're riveted and SO SURE of yourself?Well. That's ALMOST what it was like reading Me and You. It's the oddness of David Lynch without any dancing midgets.Lorenzo is a fourteen year old oddball. He has no friends and is partially okay with being Mr. Anti-Social. Except, he seems really close with his mom. And by really close, I mean REALLY close. There was no grossness there, folks, so I have to wonder if their level of intimacy is more of a Italian thing...and by that, I hope not to offend because I'm waving the ignorant American flag...but Lorenzo has a couple of thoughts that just seem a bit Oedipul. But perhaps all of that affection that raised red flags for me is nothing more than my stuffy Americanisque ways...like, I don't think I've ever thought about the smell of my mother? Missing her smell on a trip away from home. Or holding my mother's hand and having a passing thought of "oh this is what it would be like if I was involved". But there was no ewwiness to be sited, and in fact the dysfunction that does occur is quite suited for my American brain.I feel that I might have embarrassed myself by that paragraph,but none the less will continue.Soooo, Lorenzo lies to the parental figures about going away for the week skiing with friends that he doesn't have but his parents wished he did. After telling this big lie, he must cover up. Which essentially means avoiding the house for a week and hiding out in the cellar. He's pretty much stoked about it, actually. No showering, yummy Nutella sandwiches, and Stephen King's Salem's Lot to keep him company. What's not to dig?But then the unexpected happens. His estranged half sister joins him. And by unexpectedly I mean it's 2AM and snowing outside and she's BEGGING him to let her stay the night in this cozy little hideaway. This completely ruins his isolated plans. And what began as one night, turns into a couple and a whole new discovery takes place. For him. And for his sister.The whole sibling thing was an interesting dynamic. Since you know, they weren't close or anything. Both are sorta disturbed and selfish and it manifests itself differently. Neither are very LIKABLE characters, which is pretty interesting because you're not sure if you should be rooting for them, or wishing for their demise.At best, it's a realistic piece of work. At worst, it's just sorta out there and questionable. I can however see it becoming a movie.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/514-year-old Lorenzo has always been an outsider, despite his parents' efforts to goad him into having friends and fitting in. When he tries to make points with his mother by telling her he's been invited on a ski trip with a popular group at school, she's so thrilled he can't bring himself to tell her the truth. Instead, he holes up in the basement of their apartment building for a week of uninterrupted "Lorenzo" time, free from adults and peer pressure. Instead, he's interrupted by a half-sister he barely knows, and he experiences changes which will forever alter his picture of himself in the world.Told between the bookends of Lorenzo's life at 24, the story's importance is shown in the final few pages, when he finally goes to see his sister again. Sweet, funny, and sad, all in one.
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Me and You - Niccolò Ammaniti
ME AND YOU
Also by Niccolò Ammaniti
I’m Not Scared
Steal You Away
The Crossroads
ME AND YOU
by Niccolò Ammaniti
Translated by Kylee Doust
BLACK CAT
New York
a paperback original imprint of Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
Copyright © 2011 by Niccolò Ammaniti
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First published in Great Britain in 2011
by Canongate Books Ltd. Edinburgh
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN-13: 9780802194701
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And this one’s for my mother and father
In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o’clock in the morning.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, ‘The Crack-Up’
But can you save me?
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone.
Aimee Mann, ‘Save Me’
Batesian mimicry occurs when a harmless animal species takes advantage of its similarity to a toxic or poisonous species that inhabits the same territory, imitating its colouring and behaviour. In this way, the imitating species is associated in the predators’ minds with the dangerous one, increasing its chances of survival.
Cividale del Friuli
12 January 2010
‘Coffee?’
A waitress is studying me over the top of her glasses. She’s holding a silver coffee pot.
I put out my cup. ‘Thank you.’
She fills it up to the brim. ‘Are you here for the fair?’
I shake my head. ‘What fair?’
‘The horse fair.’ She looks at me. She’s waiting for me to tell her why I happen to be in Cividale del Friuli. In the end she pulls out a notebook. ‘What’s your room number?’
I show her the key. ‘One hundred and nineteen.’
She writes down the number. ‘If you’d like any more coffee you can serve yourself from the buffet.’
‘Thanks.’
‘My pleasure.’
As soon as she moves away I pull a piece of paper folded into four out of my wallet. I flatten it on the table.
My sister Olivia wrote it ten years ago, the twenty-fourth of February 2000.
I was fourteen years old and she was twenty-three.
Rome
Ten years earlier
1
On the evening of the eighteenth of February 2000 I went to bed early and dropped off straight away, but during the night I woke up and wasn’t able to get back to sleep.
At ten minutes past six, with the feather quilt pulled up underneath my chin, I was breathing with my mouth open.
The house was quiet. The only sounds I could hear were the rain tapping against the window, my mother walking backwards and forwards between the bedroom and the bathroom upstairs, and the air going in and out of my throat. Soon she would come and wake me up to take me to the meeting with the others. I turned on the cricket-shaped lamp that sat on the bedside table.
The green light painted the slice of the room where my backpack sat, swollen with clothes, beside the waterproof jacket and the bag with my ski boots and skis.
Between my thirteenth and fourteenth birthdays I’d had a growth spurt, as if they’d put fertiliser on me, and I was taller than my peers. My mother said that two carthorses had stretched me. I spent a lot of time in front of the mirror studying my white skin stained with freckles, the hairs on my legs. On the top of my head grew a hazel bush that had ears sticking out of it. The shape of my face had been remodelled by puberty, and a substantial nose separated two green eyes.
I got up and I slid my hand into the pocket of the backpack.
‘The pocket knife’s there. So is the torch. I’ve got everything,’ I whispered.
My mother’s footsteps moved down the hallway. She must be wearing the blue high heels, I thought.
I dived back into bed, turned off the light and pretended to be asleep.
‘Lorenzo, wake up. It’s late.’
I lifted my head off the pillow and rubbed my eyes.
My mother pulled up the shutters. ‘It’s a foul day . . . Let’s hope the weather’s better in Cortina.’
The gloomy light of the dawn reflected her thin silhouette. She was wearing the grey skirt and jacket that she used when she did important stuff. Her round-necked cardigan. Her pearls. And her blue high heels.
‘Good morning,’ I yawned, as if I’d just woken up.
She sat down on the edge of the bed. ‘Did you sleep well, darling?’
‘Yes.’
‘I’m going to make you breakfast . . . You go have a shower in the meantime.’
‘What about Nihal?’
She combed my hair with her fingers. ‘He’s still asleep. Did he give you your ironed T-shirts?’
I nodded.
‘Get up, come on.’
I wanted to, but a weight on my chest was suffocating me.
‘What’s the matter?’
I took her hand. ‘Do you love me?’
She smiled. ‘Of course I love you.’ She stood up, looked at her reflection in the mirror beside the door and smoothed out her skirt.
‘Get up, come on. On a day like today do I have to beg you to get out of bed?’
‘Kiss.’
She bent over me. ‘Look, you’re not joining the army, you’re going skiing for a week.’
I hugged her and slid my head under her blonde hair, which hung over her face, and I put my nose against her neck.
She had a nice smell. It made me think of Morocco. Of its narrow alleyways full of stalls with coloured powders. But I had never been to Morocco.
‘What perfume is that?’
‘It’s sandalwood soap. The usual.’
‘Can you lend it to me?’
She raised an eyebrow. ‘Why?’
‘So I can wash myself with it and carry you with me.’
She pulled the covers off me. ‘That would be a first, you washing yourself. Come on, don’t be silly, you won’t have time to think about me.’
Through the car window I studied the wall of the zoo covered in wet election posters. Higher up, inside the aviary where they kept the birds of prey, a vulture was sitting on a dry branch. It looked like an old woman dressed in mourning, asleep in the rain.
The heating inside the car made it hard to breathe and the biscuits I’d had for breakfast were stuck at the back of my throat.
The rain was easing up. A couple – he was fat, she was skinny – were doing exercises on the leaf-covered steps of the Modern Art Museum.
I looked at my mother.
‘What is it?’ she said, without taking her eyes off the road.
I puffed up my chest, trying to imitate my father’s low voice: ‘Arianna, you should wash this car. It’s a pigsty on wheels.’
She didn’t laugh. ‘Did you say goodbye to your father?’
‘Yes.’
‘What did he say?’
‘Not to be silly and not to ski like a maniac.’ I paused. ‘And not to call you every five minutes.’
‘Is