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Literary Works |
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In thirteen years of hidden literary activity, Roberto Quaglia, which is also me, has piled up fiction (science fiction, surrealistic fiction, plays, screenplays, humour, some essays) in an amount of nearly one Million words (almost all Italian ones).
However, you wont' get here any of them, with that ridiculous exception consisting in these few diligent Web pages that apparently are invading your monitor and usurping your attention.
Nevertheless, on this page you can get the covers of a few little books which in their original not-electronic version are intensely filled with a congruous amount of RQ words - all translated into a far better English than these few presumptuous paragraphs - a good example of the RQ preferable fiction-production. In case of emergence, you would be even allowed to buy them, at the ridiculous price of three dollars each (five both!), if you only find out the way to hand them to me - who, I want to re-point out, is almost RQ too. If someone is interested, tell it me through email, and we will find the way together. I may also send you my books for free - if you'll be able to seduce me (which isn't that simple).
More, on this page you find the cover of the Romanian version of a long novel by me-RQ, which has been one of the mostly sold books of an Italian author in Romania during 1994. It has been published by the Romanian publisher NEMIRA. If you would like to get it, please contact NEMIRA.
God L.t.d. |
Somebody Up There Is Lusting For Me.
What happens if an alien intrudes himself (herself? itself?) into your house, pretending to have sex with you? |
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"Il Vagabondo dell'Etere" ("the Ethereal Vagabond") It is RQ's second novel. |
 "Caro Maurizio Costanzo Show...". ("Dear Maurizio Costanzo TalkShow...") Letters to the Italian Television Totem. The first Italian shareware book entirely online on the Internet. |
Although you may find RQ's works that has been translated into English, German, French, Dutch, Romanian, Czech, Bulgarian, Chinese, you won't be probably able to find any in Italian, except by asking me directly.
Well, I suspect that the answer to such a question would contain such horrible meanings, that we'd better keep it for the moment a secret.
Just one poetical exception, taken from the pages of one of the best and unknows poets of the late 20th century:
Italy's world-famous culture culture is now the hands of corpses, of course affected by intellectual necrophilia. We can't even hope that they die, because they are already dead. If they only didn't make such a rotten noise...
End of the poetical exception. And not only of that.
Roberto Quaglia's (which is still me) first novel is "Pane burro e paradossina" (Butter, bread and paradoxine) (1985), an amazing and surrealistic trip through unusual possibilities. You cant' get it here, as you can't get it in Italian shops (nor in Chinese ones, nor in American ones, nor in...). Why do I mention it, then? Because one of the clearest minds of this century, (and one of the best science fiction writers since ever too), Robert Sheckley, has recently written a introduction to it. Ah, yes, and you can get it now!