I don’t need to be real anymore is Haru’s book and it’s a world tour. It is a story about
the thread that binds us all together, with each other and with life.
After writing Haru and Magōkoro, Flavia Company realised that she had put an end to the long book of many titles she had been publishing since she wrote the first one, Dear Nélida, at the age of seventeen. A long and unique book that begins and ends with a letter.
Always convinced that literature is a journey of no return, she understood that, just as the potter is confused with the clay and the archer with the bow and arrow, she had crossed over to the other side of literature and had become fiction. In an act of coherence with this change of perspective, she loaded a rucksack with the essentials and set off on a journey, giving rise to what is perhaps one of the main and last testimonies of a round-the-world trip in our times.
Later, it would be Haru who would be in charge of writing this story, a story that comes at a time when Flavia no longer needs to be real.
To get rid of the name, to question authorship, to turn fiction into reality and reality into fiction. Blurring borders. Alchemy.