Written in the first person, Sevilla Swansea's book, "17, something between yes, I don't know and maybe", is a collage of memories. It all starts in an inn where the "colored bottles" seemed like the "jewels of the Crown". The classic question "Why?" opens the appetite for a thousand and one answers.
Seeing life in pink is a comfortable way to live. Seeing life in neutral colors, camouflage colors, is another, equally comfortable way of living. The first involves a selective distillation of colors, the second, a secret deepening of them. The result is the same.
A dress with frills, with "daisies and peonies", is not only a clothing accessory, but also the life you try on, but don't choose. Multiple characters - the pianist Angelo, the old tailor, Eva, Chiara - to name just a few of them, find their way in life, meet, stay together for a while, break up, and what binds them further are their memories.
The perpetual rediscovery in the other is part of friendship as an antidote to loneliness. The "affectionate light" of the lanterns, in an Italian evening, the trains with their charm, a non-stop coming and going, give the whole Romanian the vibration of "a poet's soul".
Different from the way they dress to the synthetic analysis of feelings, the characters in this novel can be fully found in May, a 17-year-old teenager who is looking for her family roots established in England, many years ago. "I felt somewhere swimming lost in time, trying to accept reality", says the author in one of the pages of the book, but it could be a motto for the whole book.
Indecisiveness as a form of time illusion, swinging between hate and love, even in relation to the physical body, does not respond to external stimuli. Only the books! The most beautiful but around the Christmas holidays, when the action of this novel begins, or around any other holiday or read quietly in a library! They, the books, can turn indecision into a choice.
Written in a register that presupposes a fine inner self-knowledge, with short forays into the white landscape of the Christmas Holidays or the sunny atmosphere of Italy, Sevilla Swansea's book brings with it a therapy for anxiety. The silence of the open windows, without any drawn curtains, letting the outside world into the house, is the first lesson.
The stake of the novel's action, constantly surrounding an attitude of etiquette, is played by the indecisive May on "likes and dislikes". May goes through the teenage years with a smile on her face, regardless of the moments that life throws at her, once caught in the game of anger and throwing pillows at the wall, once calmly refusing favors, as a response that confirms her own ability to choose. Daily boredom turns into a pink panther, a white t-shirt, a movie, a greeting. The inner and outer adventure of this teenage girl with a predestined name, May, and probably hence the title of the book - 17, something between yes, I don't know and maybe - swings between yes and no, between small truths and easy, white, daily lies , between the brown color of the tables in a bar and the blue glass - colors have their favorite place in this book - and their memory is imprinted deeply, on the border between dream and reality.
One last cough gives the desired shade, and each of us holds the brush in our own hands. Painting words is the ideal formula for this novel that asks a simple question: "What color is your life?"
CLELIA IFRIM