It starts with no story but a circular / It starts with no story but a spinning / It starts with no story but a spinning into before that is to come…” Daniela Cascella’s Singed: Muted voice-transmissions, after the fire starts not with creation, but destruction – a library ravaged by fire. What of the singed debris can be salvaged? Which of the disfigured inkblots deciphered? How much will be remembered? Re-written, re-invented, re-imagined? Singed, only to sing again?
Daniela Cascella is one of the most original writers I know. She writes of the unwritable—sound, voice, language. She reads the work of other writers, Lispector, van Niekerk, Jaeggy, Dinesen and more with an an ear to what is unspeakable. She is a writer who inspires writing and reading from angles and perspectives that arise from her Italian background, an acute attention to music and art, and an intentional decision to write in English. She seeks the "discomfortable" space.