A publishing phenomenon,
a literary event,
a masterpiece of faith and love


The real author of this book writes from the world of the spirit. Emilio Crispo lived on this earth for twenty-nine years. He was a sweet child, lively, intelligent, a ray of sunlight. He was a sportsman who won brilliant honours in the world of sailing, a talented and sensitive pianist. Then he chose to become a doctor: after graduating very young, he became a vascular surgeon.
He had already achieved all these ambitions in this world, when an unexplainable road accident, one of those with all the features of an “appointment” took him to heaven. But he has not been lost, The Diary of an Angel is the true chronicle of the life he continues to lead in eternity, in a spiritual dimension which does not prevent his spirit from pervading our day to day life on earth with its presence. This volume is written by the astonished hands of mamma and papà, who materially hold the pen, but, according to them, the pen moves independently; it is not moved by their thoughts nor by their wills. Could it be true? It is not our task to invade the paranormal sphere, but, precisely because our ‘worldly’ analysis contemplates literature, it is from a literary viewpoint that this book has captured our attention, Not only because, after only one year from its publication, it has run to four editions (fourteen now) and is considered a literary phenomenon, but above all, because ‘The diary of an angel’ offers us many suggestions for critical reflection. Accustomed as we are to placing a book on the right shelf, according to a certain type of classification, this book already creates uncertainty. Is it a theological treatise, science fiction, new age? It is none of these. It clearly follows a narrative vein which recounts, day by day, the family life of the three main characters. Father, mother and son tell the story of a year in their lives, from the day when the son, Emilio, goes away, to heaven. But not only this, the chief character is God Himself, who united them as a family and had no intention that death should separate them.
The book immediately addresses the paths of a life together which crosses, without inhibition, the material diaphragm between life and death until it raises the reasonable doubt that this diaphragm is merely a suggestion. The events follow each other insistently and draw the reader into a vortex of curiosity, of emotional participation and loving involvement. The story is told by three voices: the father, a well-known doctor, who is not afraid of appearing a tender and emotional ‘papà’; the mother who wishes to appear as a mother and nothing else; the author, Emilio Crispo, remains what he is — a young man, pleasant, bright, an extrovert, full of love for this parents, his friends, for everyone. He get us to ‘all kinds of pranks’ until it is impossible to think of anyone more alive than he; and if being alive means producing activity, then the writing of this book is a real proof that Emilio is alive.
Who else could it be but him? We have already said that the tale is told by three voices, the picture on the book-sleeve emphasises the passage from one hand to another, both in order to give a detailed picture of every aspect of the narration, and to exclude any possibility of misunderstanding. So it is even more astonishing to see how the work, as a whole, notwithstanding the well-defined difference in language and expressiveness, becomes harmonious and the narrative flows in perfect unison.
As the events gradually unfold and we witness a crescendo, which sometimes becomes vertiginous, it is extremely difficult to imagine any other origin than that which has been declared. This origin is heaven itself. But also the earthly sphere takes wing, and becomes an intensified experience of ‘living’ life. No-one indulges in a visionary fantasy of an abstract and unapproachable reality.
We are, therefore, faced with an extremely valuable literary event, which from a human viewpoint leaves very little space for flattery towards the author of a masterpiece. Where faith is concerned, however, the angel who is writing his diary offers us every chance to overcome the banality of mystery, and to appreciate the simplicity and immediacy which only the language of art is able to offer. We do not always recognise it as a miracle, but this time, and openly, we may thank God Himself.


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