| Summary: | Very frequently, reality and literature hold a suspicious similarity. It could be because it’s impossible for our fantasy to let go completely of what surrounds us, or could be because all act of literary genre is nothing more than a copy of our own biographical vicissitudes. Sometimes, social scientists create metaphors that try to account for what a specific reality hides, the arguments that define it and the protagonists that hold it. Suddenly, that hidden reality, opens up widely as a book ready to enjoy reading it. In this article, we come and go from reality to literary genre without really knowing and without excessively worrying about where each one starts and begins, because eventually, both flow into the same river.
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