Created by Giovanni (contact me)
From Italy.
Official site at giovanniarduino.com.
Best-selling writer.
Freelance editor and consultant.
Novels published in Italy, USA, Japan, Germany...
(more...)
Welcome to my lens. Welcome to my world thru links, feeds, books, photos, songs, videos and such.
I hail from Italy.
I'm a writer, freelance editor and consultant. I got novels published in Italy, USA, Japan, Germany, Spain, spanning various genres (young adult, dark fantasy, modern fables, pop culture, literary erotica) under many different pseudonyms (Joe Arden, Jonathan Snow et al), mostly with an edgy and quirky slant. More than 500,000 copies sold in Italy alone.
First editor, then senior editor, and from 1997 to 2006 consulting and editing (as resident editor-at-large) for Sperling & Kupfer Editori/Frassinelli's young adult, media tie-in and general fiction/non-fiction lines.
I recently left Sperling & Kupfer for newborn Elliot Edizioni in Rome.
I'm heavily tattoed and I dress in black since my teenage years.
Giovanniarduino.com
feeds from my blog, mosty in italian
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Giovanni Arduino on the Net
- giovanniarduino.com
- My official site/weblog (in Italian)
- Giovanni Arduino's Books On Ibs
- Giovanni Arduino on the Internet Bookshop (in Italian)
- Giovanni Arduino on Internet Culturale
- Find out some of my different pseudonyms. Just click the ricerca bibliografica button on the left and fill the form (in Italian)
- Publishers Marketplace - Giovanni Arduino
- My page at Publishers Marketplace (in English)
- Giovanni Arduino's My Space
- My page on My Space (in English)
- Giovanni Arduino on Flickr
- My Flickr profile and photos (still under development)
- Giovanni Arduino's YouTube
- My YouTube Video Log (still under development)
- Mai come voi, Giovanni Arduino's LiveJournal Community
- My LiveJournal community, courtesy of Valentina (in Italian)
- Giovanni Arduino on Wikipedia
- My Wikipedia entry/stub (in English)
- Giovanni Arduino on Google
- Results of a "Giovanni Arduino" Google search
- Giovanni Arduino on the Internet Movie Database (Imdb)
- My infamous full-length motion picture :D
- OzOz interviews Giovanni Arduino
- My interview with OzOz webzine (2005, in Italian)
- Chic Trills interviews Giovanni Arduino
- My interview with Chic Trills webzine (2005, in Italian)
- Komix.it interviews Giovanni Arduino
- My interview with Komix.it webzine (2002, in Italian)
- Strane Storie interviews Giovanni Arduino
- My interview with Strane Storie magazine (1999, in Italian)
- Horror.it interviews Giovanni Arduino
- My interview with the Horror.it site (1998, in Italian)
- Mente Locale interviews Giovanni Arduino
- My interview with the Mente Locale portal (2004, in Italian)
- Stilos interviews Giovanni Arduino
- My interview with Stilos magazine (as published on line by Parole di Sicilia, 2005, in Italian)
- Eseresi interviews Giovanni Arduino
- My interview with the Eseresi site (2001, in Italian)
- Delirio.net interviews Giovanni Arduino
- My interview with the Delirio.net site (2006, in Italian)
- Alta Infedelta' interviews Giovanni Arduino
- My interview with the Alta Infedelta' webzine (2006, in Italian)
- Sperling & Kupfer
- Publisher of Mai come voi and other books of mine
- Lain
- Publisher of Chiudimi le labbra
My Del.icio.us Links
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one from sonic youth - great while writing senza te non sono niente (check it out on www.giovanniarduino.com)
NY Times Books
pretty biased, but sometimes useful
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the basic stuff
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introducing readers to writers since 1995
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literary links and rants
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Cool Vids from YouTube
italian booktrailer to francesca lia block's dangerous angels - really fine stuff
Angeli pericolosi, Francesca Lia Block
1. Chiudimi le labbra (Seal My Lips)
Lain, 2005 - english synopsis
"seal my lips with a kiss, my mouth with your tongue, and then we can talk"(a novel about love, sex, information overload, and the trick of breathing underwater)
During a dull, rainy morning, Sissa meets Martina at the doctor's office. She is instantly enthralled by her. Call it affection or love at first sight.
Martina takes Sissa home, overjoyed to be near her, but not wanting to be touched, fondled. Sissa makes the best out of the situation and decides to stay. They start going to the doctor's together.
Day after day, Sissa keeps getting better, lulled by the dreamy haziness of her newfound home, far away from the deep stimuli which got her sick, from the plethora of data she was used to ingest to the point of choking on them. TV, the web, even the printed word: they are too much for her, a sudden jolt to the senses, unleashing painful crisis after painful crisis, her mind and body shaken by the imminent danger of information overload.
Martina is in dire need of a cure too, haunted by recurring nightmares and her brother's death. She's trying to forget the past any which way she can, by constantly looking for Sissa but escaping her tender embrace, singing old jazz standards just for her friend, getting into dangerous, violent sex with unknowns and preferring fists and bruises to caresses.
In a nutshell, Sissa and Martina are the odd girls out, unfit for this world. As clouds keep getting heavy with rain, fishes fall down from the sky like ominous hail and other portents enter the scene, the two girls understand the world is changing, maybe for the better. It's time for them both to learn the trick of living, loving, healing and breathing underwater...
Seal My Lips is magical, erotic, somber yet enticing.
Written as a series of brief chapters, of lyrical snapshots from another dimension, a short novel about love, sex, loneliness and the dangers of the information age, featuring the most amazing ending of them all.
2. Chiudimi le labbra (Seal My Lips)
book excerpts
Straight to the point: that's a a story about myself, Sissa, a silly nick for an even sillier name.Even blunter: that's a love story between me, Sissa, and Martina. A story about her songs, her nightmares and our sickness. A tiny but not cuddly story about strange messages and childish drawings of waves, about mysterious happenings and luminous discoveries. A story about desire and sex and desire again. A story that's born where even breathing seems impossible.
(...)
I met Martina at the clinic. The doctor was holding my hand. My weekly check-up was over. I wasn't getting any better. My stomach and my throat were on fire. My back was creaking and shrieking. I desperately wanted somehone to hold me tight, tight, tighter, even if I feared to snap like a dry bough.
Martina was sitting straight, hands under thighs, following some thoughts with her vacant stare. Or so I imagined. When the doctor passed me the usual prescription and waved me goodbye, she began to sing. Softly, almost silently, Billie Holiday, Don't Explain: I remembered it from school or choir lessons.
Martina created notes from the very air, picking them up one by one. Frail strands of hairs shaded her forehead. She waved them away, stared at me and smiled, still singing.
I was still, much perfectly so. I wasn't anymore prey of my sickness. I wasn't shaking and wailing, creaking under the burden of the information overdose syndrome, or whatever they called it those times.
I wasn't trying to get rid of excess data and information, of useless stimuli, of the those shiny shards of glass embedded between skin and flesh. With my illness, on the outside you may look frozen, but on the inside you have a maddened clock ticking and ticking and ticking away, its sharp hands cutting you to shreds.
Sometimes I just want to sleep, for days and years and centuries, waking up all fresh and anew. Finally whole.
The song Martina sung made the madness stop.
(...)
Martina checked her hair. Strand by strand. Before I prayed for a new Billie Holiday miracle, she started singing. The same song, over and over.
I was okay. I was in my new home away from home and she was with me.
Martina was my age, give or take a century or two, but I didn't care. She passed me a glass brimming with the bluest juice. It was very, very sweet. She didn't switch the tv on. She probably didn't even own one. The blast of white noise would have been too much for me.
Mai come voi (Never Like You)
Sperling & Kupfer, 2004 - english synopsis
Sandra and Luca, two sixteen year old friends-and-something, live together inside a secluded mansion deep in the woods. They don't seem to know or to care much about their exact whereabouts; they are not-so-innocent children in a not-so-innocent, Eden-like world. A world made of sweet-smelling flowers and angry, thorny bushes, of crystal-clear rivers and brackish, muddy banks.On a swampy, nearly forgotten lake, they discover a run-down shack and its no-name, shabby, introvert and taciturn inhabitant. The two grow curious of the mysterious stranger and try to find out about his identity and somesuch.
Prior to his, their own secret unfolds. One rainy afternoon, Sandra and Luca are cornered and carried away by white-clad men, back to the high-profile mental health clinic where they "belong" and from which they escaped. In due time, visits after visits from policemen and paramedics alike, Sandra discovers the truth: the guy in the shack supposedly is a serial killer on the run.
Concealed in a book she pilfered from him, she finds his story written in his own words, from no-good child to sad, disturbed teenager. During a dream, the stranger tells Sandra he's determined to commit suicide ("I'm gonna stop breathing, as simple as that") and to please give him back his scribblings in some way.
Sandra can't help feeling a strange kinship with the guy. She escapes once again from the clinic with Luca in tow and returns to the old, secluded place. She "gives back" the diary to the legit owner; not finding any traces of him, she buries it under a tall birch in a sort of symbolic gesture. Away from their prison, Sandra and Luca decide to stay -for a brief or long time, who cares- in this "world away from the real world".
Told in Sandra's poetic voice, a delicate miniature of a novel steeped in magical realism; a literary yet accessible, dark yet hopeful fable about the feel of not belonging and the need to find a place to call our own.
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Violet & Claire
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beautiful, beatiful writing (in Italian)
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just love tats. They're featured in most of my books... and on my own bod as well
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