Dereck

By Vinicius Macia

Dereck tells the story of an American sociopath, who owns two personalities, one night and the other diurnal, who, wounded by the pains of his past, needs some alternative way of crying out his anguish. When he meets Alan, a retired violinist, and Anne, a sweet And strange girl, Dereck sees all the complexity of his mind being unraveled, and the mysteries are slowly being solved. The book has become a classic in Portuguese language, and for these brilliant words to reach more people, we present the English version of the book that enchanted Brazil.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clube de Autores
• Release date: Jan 31, 2017

Book preview

To all who believe that it is possible Even living in the impossible

To those who try to survive

Before you try to live

To the dreamers, who had their dreams

destroyed

To the misunderstood, in the abysses of

their incomprehension

To those who, in one way or another, seek

the best in every soul they encounter in

the narrow streets of life

Be these holy or sinful souls.

Musicians or sociopaths

Friends or enemies.

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Chapter 1.

No, it is not easy to write. Words are

soft, tenuous and light, if they fade easily, it

is almost impossible to capture them.

Everything that happens in this life is not

easily remembered. Maybe you will

remember that futile fight with your parents,

but it will be Who remembers the essentials,

like the color of her shirt on that day? No, I'm

not being ironic, as I said the words are like

sand in the wind, and it's hard to use them as

they really are. To begin with, I must write

down how everything starts, no matter how

all this will be felt or Understood, only using

this very dangerous weapon: the word.

Well, it was a cold night, a dawn indeed ... the

wind blew lightly and sweetly killed the

homeless and whoever was badly

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cuddled.From a distance was heard a sweet melody of a violin, bringing joy A few places

without heat.Dereck walked unconcernedly

through the streets, not showing any feeling

for anything he saw.Can't blame him, life

became very dark after he had lost his father

in an ironic and incomprehensible suicide,

and that The life for him represented nothing,

he had nothing, neither mother nor father.

His soul was too bruised to think of things as

right and wrong, good and evil, cold and

heat, crime and Punishment. His interior had

become a cold, somber, lifeless place. I heard

him talk about something like that, perhaps

from one of those intelligent teachers, a rare

thing nowadays. A sociopath, or whatever

you call it, Dereck was hurt by his His own

destiny. Each breath ached like a sword

piercing his breast. Each exhalation would

empty him and almost make him cry, were it

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not for his inner coldness, that made him entirely unable to cry, even if he tried to do

it, something that had never happened By his

head. He just wanted to get rid of that never-

ending pain, a squeeze that would make any

of us commit the worst evils of human

history, a pain that screams through things

like murder and even a fatal attraction to

terrorism. His soul almost told him to kill

himself, but for some reason he reserved his

hatred for life to others. He wanted death to

every body that looked, man or woman, rich

or poor, child or elderly.

No dear reader, this is not something

that I am proud to write, but in a sea of words

so dark and cold, perhaps there is some

consolation, mercy. But I will tell everything

that happened, without hiding anything and

without diminishing The real facts, since

everything that has happened can never be

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undone, and it is up to me only to put the words in order, in the way everything

happened.

Dereck paced the cold streets, treading on

dry leaves and puddles of water, sometimes

it rained, but the rain did not make him

change course. He