I have decided to frame my storytelling like a Renaissance triptych—a set of three-panel paintings in which the central one seems at first view to be unrelated with the other two. But the slow progression of their seemingly disconnected stories will show how they are intimately, profoundly linked. The central space belongs to Emily, an All-American girl from Kalamazoo that, after a few tragic instances will eventually have a successful career as an educator, a businesswoman and a politician. She is extremely competent, efficient and always in charge of her surroundings; her main flaw is that she can drift into becoming a “control freak”, especially with her adolescent son.

She fell madly in love with Bobby, her High School sweetheart, but has had only frustratingly disappointing encounters with him; she wants to have a steady partner but does not want to give up her hard-earned independence. She dithers between taking care of her personal needs and entering public office to push for a progressive agenda that considers the needs of the weakest members of society. The parachuting of a vulgar, reactionary and brainless Golem in the American political scene will galvanize her will.

The space to the left (I use this term to describe both a visual and a political viewpoint) is occupied by Didier, a Pied-Noir from Algeria that emigrated with his whole family to Uruguay. He is sensitive and caring, which makes him an ideal confidant; however he has difficulty taking responsibility for his actions and he can drift into a “victimization” mode. He is obsessed with finding his two disappeared children and ultimately avenging the assassination of his wife Raquel by an Argentine terror squad. He will become one of Emily’s best friends, always eager to lend her an ear.

The space to the right is occupied by Maurizio, a mutant young man from Italy—he is half-man and half-eel—that eventually succeeds as a celebrity chef. He is very careful and methodical but can easily drift into a state of “procrastination.” He is being distracted by the Devil with worldly concerns and refuses to help his father to battle a looming threat to Mankind. He will become Emily’s lover, introducing her to the eccentricities of Love.

Emily will be firmly influenced by her road companions coming from opposite ends of the political spectrum, until she eventually becomes a centered operator that can build consensus in the US Congress. In our age of rancorous division of the electorate, I believe that the feminine genre has the wisdom to find compromise remedies for our difficult woes. After centuries of male domination of all the key political and institutional levers of power, we are immersed in the civic morass of our gridlocked political bodies.

It is time to give women a well deserved opportunity in the public spaces. Our mothers, sisters, spouses, daughters, caretakers. Women. Dear. Our dear women.

We must wish them the very best in their new prominent roles. Merde!

14 thoughts on ““Madame D.C.”- Summary

    1. Thank you ,dear. But please start reading more British authors and magazines (more polite), and not the American ones (unbelievably rude). When you are a guest entering a page like mine, please introduce yourself with some simple words like “good morning”. It works like magic.
      A big kiss. Ciao!

  1. Hello dear.

    I just realized that I finished your Emotional Frustrations, and you know very well how addicted I became. What am I going to do now, I wonder.

    Start your novel? Oh, why the hell not. Control freaks, intrigues, love, politics, half-men, half-eels. I’m all ears, my dear.

    I’m glad I read this post today, on Mother’s day which celebrates motherhood. It is time indeed we appreciated mothers and mother figures more and gave them a well deserved place in the public space, as you say.
    Yes, merde! Pardon my French.

    1. Good morning and thanks for your nice commentary dear Bo. I’m glad and proud that you got hooked on my writing style and will plow into my novel as your next reading challenge. You will not be disappointed as you will enjoy reading this saga about three main characters that finally intersect here in South Florida. It’s kind as if various part of my personality were born and grew in three different regions of the planet to finally assemble together in what is now “moi.” Remember that when they asked if Emma Bovary, his main character, was inspired by a real person in his life Gustave Flaubert said:
      “Madame Bovary, c’est moi.”

    2. Thanks for your “merde” greeting, which is a wish for good luck. Even if you surely know it, I will explain for other readers why we use that profanity to wish “good luck’ in the French language. It originated in the custom of 19th century French opera critics to peek at the amount of horse manure that was left at the entrance of the Opera when a performance had just started in order to have an idea of that night’s attendance. The more manure there was, the more horse-drawn carriages had pulled up with eager attendees. Actors and performers then took the habitude of wishing success to their colleagues by loudly saying: “Merde”

      1. It’s a great story.

        In addition, if the show proved to be a success, the carpet would become soiled by the spectators’ shoes who had already stepped on horse poop at the entrance. Paradoxically, animal poop was a sign that the play was good. The more, the merrier.
        ‘Merde.’ Wish me luck …

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