so i spent the last three years in a little italian town called portorosso to work on #pixarluca. beautiful place. let me tell you about it
i rented a room right above the piazza. pretty lively, could be kind of loud sometimes. there were days when i did not get a ton of writing done
i rented the room from two sisters, concetta and pinuccia aragosta. at no point during the entire three years did i ever see either of them smile
the gelato was berserk and i developed a debilitating stracciatella addiction. i don't want to talk about it
played scopa with these guys once a week, usually got cleaned out. merciless. i wanted to seem cool, so i pretended to know the rules. this was a huge mistake. although by the end i was beginning to suspect there actually were no rules and they were just messing with me
you would not believe how often the soccer ball knocked over the scopa table. it happened multiple times a day. this sign was wildly ineffective
not saying these kids were bad at soccer though. the little one scored a goal between my legs and then did a victory dance that was so humiliating, i had to leave town for a while
most days i would try to bike up the very steep hill for exercise. this is around the area where i would always give up
going back downhill: always terrifying
nice people overall, but they really had something against sea monsters. oh and a great local cinema. they did a jules verne retrospective that was fun
that's all for now, might post some more later. ciao a tutti
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have been thinking about this l*bs*ft*kt*k horrorshow (my mentions are pretty nauseating—threats, slurs, antisemitism, etc.) and i have a few thoughts and then hope to never talk about this again
the bottom line is, teenagers talk about sex and make dumb jokes and swear. i wanted to write a book about teenage life that felt authentic. so i put those things in. it’s as simple as that.
obviously the book is not mostly dumb jokes about sex. that’s like 1.5% of the book. but no one yelling at me has actually read the book, or will, so, i guess it’s kind of moot to say this
munmun. it's out in paperback today. one year after publication, i wanted to talk about its writing style.
if you haven't read it, it's written in the first person from the perspective of a kid named warner, who is very poor and therefore about six inches tall. in this world, your size corresponds to how much money (munmun) you have.
warner has never been to school and it's not until the middle of the story that he even begins to learn how to read. because schools are not built for people as small and poor as him. illiteracy is the norm for littlepoors.