Non è colpa della luna

The characters' obsession with their roles made me wonder how much of their true selves was lost in the process. Did the book make others question where art ends and life begins?

The setting adds such a rich layer of theatricality and intellectual playfulness. I'm curious whether this choice was based on personal experience or a love for the arts.

I appreciated the slow unraveling of secrets, but sometimes the focus on atmosphere felt more prominent than plot. Was that intentional to build tension?