Anita
"My name is Milan because my mother adored books by Milan Kundera. But since her brother, named Misha, had been killed in a concentration camp, my mother always called me Misha and that is how I became Misha for everyone. My name can be written in many different ways, depending on the language. I prefer to write it as Misha." So begins Alain Elkann's tale of love and loss, but above all about loss.
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"Elkann's book envelopes and hypnotizes you with words after a prelude similar to a plane waiting for the green light from the control tower."
-Claudio Baroni, Corriere della Sera
"If you believe the publisher i.e., the title, the cover layout, the blurb, it's a romance novel. If you believe me, who has read the text enclosed within this romantic wrapping, it is a book about the dilemma, if not about the diatribe, cremation/burial."
-Camillo Langone, il Giornale
"Alain Elkann takes [death] head-on and addresses it on virtually every page of this book. He tells us about his own death. Not just other people's. And he does so with an enviable ease, with a subtle, disorienting sense of humor. He mocks us and himself, as when he discovers that he slept for months with his girlfriend but also with the ashes of her mother, placed in a box in the bedroom, in plain sight."
-Elena Loewenthal, Il Foglio