Giovanna calvino biography of mahatma

Some fathers never die. It is the case with mine, a writer, whose sudden death almost 30 years ago propelled him into immortality, and left me awkwardly straddling two realities; one from which he was irreversibly gone and another where he is forever present.

Giovanna calvino biography of mahatma

It proved impossible to spend any solid block of time in that first, heartbreaking reality and mourn him in peace — assuming there is such a thing as peaceful mourning — without being interrupted by regular and impetuous demands from the other one, where he was being read, published, reprinted, quoted, taught.

Every day I deal with matters pertaining to my father’s literary estate, his writing, his voice. Every day I imagine his skeptical gaze upon me as I try to make decisions in keeping with his wishes (or, more accurately, as I procrastinate about these decisions).

If Father’s Day is a day when you remember your father, appreciate him and assess his importance in your life, then