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I’m going to tell you something about The Sad Prince, my debut novel. The book is the english version of the italian Il Principe Triste, published by Triskell editions.
The Sad Prince is the story of Denis and his emotional and erotic adventures. The Sad Prince is a contemporary, erotic novel, in which art is important as much as love and sex.
Can art be important as much as love and sex? Could a hustler become the embodiment of beauty? Of course, for me the answer is yes, but I would also like you to answer.
Will the protagonist suffer in this book? Yes, but he will also have a lot of sex, beauty and love. The Sad Prince is not a romance. You should read the book if you don’t fear melancholic mood and realistic situations, but, first of all, if you love contrasts, because in the novel you will find art, sensuality, but also prostitution, and drug addiction.
I thought it would be interesting for you to read a review that I find particulary thorough, with a very good analysis of the story:
“Thea Bricci’s novel is difficult to place in a specific genre: it could be an erotic, but not just that; a romance … no, because it would be reductive; a fiction book perhaps? A coming-of-age novel that makes us see how can be the life of a drifting boy? I did not manage to solve this dilemma, so I only consider it as Denis’s story, the Sad Prince. He is the only protagonist in history, along with his sedate sadness and intense pain that has always accompanied him. Surely, it is not the men and women who Denis meets along the way, though they are the only ones to stay alongside and to push it to experiences of any kind, both positive and negative. Denis is carried away by events, as if he were a spectator and not the protagonist of his existence: we see him crossing drugs, prostitution, a relationship with a man far greater than he is, and always be at the mercy of fate; he accepts everything, as if the occurrences of life are inevitable and unmodified. He can not find a reason for her suffering and he is overwhelmed by sensations and feelings determined by factors he is not entirely aware of.
But Denis is not just that, because he is also a guy with a sensitivity and an artistic spirit that helps him to dream, which allows him to think that maybe someday there may be some happiness for him as well. It is love for music that ultimately saves him and makes him know a person who, perhaps, goes beyond the face of the sad prince.
The style of the author is sought-after, as well as the lexicon and the construction of the tale with cultural references ranging from music to art to mythology and that stimulate intuitions and reflections on the psychological events of the protagonist, the opportunity to go beyond Denis’s story.
For personal taste I would like to have the opportunity to know more about Denis’s thoughts, about how she lived her family situation and her relationship with Edoardo, but as a whole, “The Truth Prince” remains a complex and unexpected book to be read to find out a different view of reality” (courtesy of Reading Reinbow Books, Italy) “
- Published By: eXtasy Books
- Author: Thea Bricci
- Page: 202
- Word Count: 61631
- Publication Date: September 8, 2017
- Heat Level: 4 flames
- Categories: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, Erotica , New Adult
Fate has given Denis beautiful, androgynous features, but also an unfortunate family situation, marred by the premature death of his parents. Drug use and a love for music are the young man’s only ways to cope with the pain, and he ends up wasting his gift, selling his body to the highest bidder, until a wealthy lover a classical art enthusiast seeing in him the embodiment of a beauty ideal, gives him affection and the chance at a comfortable life.
However, when he meets his true love, Andrea, the young leader of a rock band, Denis has to face those new, heartrending feelings, which might drag him back to the abyss from which he struggled to crawl out.
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“Denis lazily stretched his body, sore because of hours of love. The place beside him in bed was empty, but still warm, filled with Andrea’s scent, even though the man wasn’t there anymore. He looked at the clock. It was nine in the morning, and Denis calculated he’d slept about six hours since their passion, which had kept them awake until late at night, had waned. “He left without even saying goodbye,” he murmured to himself, and on his lips appeared the usual, disenchanted bitterness. “It’s better this way…” he continued, a lonely conversation with himself. “Disappearing quietly, he spared both of us all the hateful small talk.” And yet, in that moment, the satisfaction from the previous night was stronger than the disappointment of no longer having Andrea by his side. The emptiness inside him still felt full. What Andrea had given Denis had been intense enough to prevent him from feeling lonely, making him feel protected by a strong aura of love which seemed to envelop him, shielding him from sadness. He turned lazily among the covers for a few minutes, with no intention of getting up, enjoying that cradle of sweet passion, inhaling the smell of the erotic experience he’d lived, enjoying those moments of total satisfaction. However, after a while, he heard quick steps on the stairs, and in a few seconds, the apartment’s door opened and shut loudly. Denis got up quickly, putting on his dressing gown, but before he could even tie it at the waist, Andrea appeared in front of him. “I was starving,” Andrea clarified in the face of Denis’s surprise, then he pulled out a croissant from a paper bag and bit into it, unaware of how sensual that simple gesture of his was. “Here, these are for you,” he added, casually stepping closer and handing Denis the still-warm pastries. A mix of new, pleasant scents stimulated his sleepy senses: vanilla, butter, and chocolate mixed with the morning air that that privileged area of Milan still preserved, in the face of the most noxious smog. Having just come back from a walk, Andrea was soaked with that fresh air and the skin of his face, which Denis caressed, feeling his rough stubble,was cool because of it. Denis gratefully accepted the bag of delicious pastries and, as he enjoyed them, Andrea followed the crumbs that fell in the neckline of Denis’s dressing gown with his fingers, finding the perfect excuse to get it off him. Both of them, incredulous, felt a new, irresistible desire to love each other and lay back on the messy sheets.”
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