Love each other at 70

In the fictional town of Holt, Colorado, Addie one day visits neighbor Louis’ house and offers him a proposition: “I’m talking about spending the night together.” And to stay warm in bed like good friends. You go to bed together and stop to sleep. Nights are the worst, don’t you think? Thus begins a story of friendship and intimacy, of small tasks and kindness, between two widowers of seventy who decide to keep the company to face the last years of life without feeling alone.

A simple, intense, and serene story in Where the outside world just sneaks in. The gossip and the opposition of the children hardly touch this universe for two where, on the contrary, one feels the twilight, the way towards the end. But it doesn’t hurt, on the contrary.

Before reading “Our Souls at Night” (recently released in Italy for NNE) I didn’t know Kent Haruf, but I immediately fell in love with his essential writing, with his grip on the emotions of the characters only through the dialogues, the delicacy in the face of the question of old age.

This is his last book, because in 2014 the American writer died, emptied of a lung tumor. His wife Cathy, in Milan for the presentation of the novel, recounted its genesis. “You know what? I’m writing a book about the two of us,” Kent told Cathy before jumping headlong into the story to finish it on time. As I read it, I imagined these two elderly lovers, each other. holding hand in bed. You can visit