A narrative like this can hardly be matched by pure fiction. To do so, the writer has to use extreme skill in dosing the drama of the plot, so that it does not sound exaggerated, but at the same time moves and convinces. Very, very difficult… because sometimes the drama is concentrated in the unsaid, the not possible or not attempted, in what did not happen. On the other hand, we have this impressive narrative, in which what is reported appears with the exact weight of what happened. Exaggerations are methodically dispensed with, and yet, with each chapter, each page, the impression is that the narrative is always going to extremes, and the reader has to make an effort to imagine the degree of intensity of that which could be expressed with numerous exclamations. What is artistic artifice in the face of such an experience?