The other day the internet was down, therefore, after working time, I had to find another occupation before going home for dinner.
That’s how I started rereading my stories and decided to put together a book.
The objective is to get immortality.
To win the natural coyness to get public and the risk to seems pretentious, I had to add a long introduction, where I explain this concept of domestic literature.
I developed this definition in the eighties, in order to describe all that written production (literature, why not?) that may not be worthy of universal attention, but it is important for a little group of people, an intimate circle.
Then, I assembled a Compendium of Domestic Literature. Again, I like it.