My name is Gianlivio Fasciano.

And I like to write and tell stories of women and men who don't count.

YOU WON'T FIND HEROES IN MY NOVELS.

In my novels you will not find heroes, but simple men. Shepherds, farmers, wounded women, mothers who wait, young men lost in the hands of the mafia.

I write in the language in which I grew up: an Italian that is permeated by the dialect, by the cadence of the South, by words that have no translation but contain a world. For me, writing is an act of justice: to put back at the center those who have been on the margins, to restore the voice to the forgotten.

I WAS BORN.

I was born in Termoli in 1974, in a land that preserves ancient silences and profound voices. My roots are in the Molise hinterland, among the tratturi (ancient cattle trails) and villages where every stone tells a story and every elder carries the memory of a world that endures. From there comes my voice, nourished by the wind, the dialect, and that simple dignity that the South never ceases to teach.

"I write because I feel that the stories I have lived, or even just touched upon, deserve to be remembered. And because, deep down, every time I write, I come home."

Among the tracks, among my own”

MY LATEST NOVEL.

I wrote "My Name is Rust" because I needed to enter that shadow zone that we often prefer to ignore. I wanted to go through fragility, anger, and loneliness. Rust is not just a character: he is a man who has lost everything, even his name, and tries to rebuild himself from the bottom up.

I wrote this novel to understand. To not judge. To remain human, even while recounting the unbearable.

Writing "My Name is Rust" was a journey. A way to give a voice to those who no longer have one. And perhaps, to save at least a fragment of truth, amidst the noise.

BIO.

I graduated in Law from the University of Molise in 1998 and chose to focus on labor law. Since then, writing has accompanied every step, to give shape to the stories I encounter along my path.

After graduating in Law from the University of Molise in 1998, I embarked on a career in labor law, learning to observe closely the concrete lives of people. But I have always carried writing with me to tell the stories of those who risk remaining invisible. I seek the hidden memory in silences, the strength in fragility, the words that restore meaning to those who have never had it.

MY NAME IS
RUST.

The protagonist, a young mobster from Caltanissetta, "born to kill," chooses to disappear: he takes on a false name, Pierre Rousseau, and enlists in the Foreign Legion. Thus begins an extreme journey, from the barracks of Marseille to the jungles of Guyana, but the real conflict is within him.

From childhood and adolescence, in a harsh Sicily, Ruggine learns silence and violence as the only law. No trauma, no remorse: only the need to survive, to belong, to not disappear.

Between poetry and brutality, *My Name is Rust* tells the story of a man's descent into despair, struggling with his own name, his own past, and with the desperate desire to be loved.
An impossible love, for Susanna, a prostitute from Veneto, is the only light that pierces the rusted iron of her life.

My Name is Rust is a novel about the need to save oneself.

Or, save?

MY NAME IS RUST.

THE PROMISE.

World War II bursts into Romolo's life like a sudden wind that sweeps away all certainty. He, who knew only the slow pace of the cows and the breath of the pastures, is dragged away from his land. In Trieste he learns to shoot, becomes a sharpshooter, then a radio operator. He discovers the sea, discipline, fear.

September 8th catches him off guard, like so many others: he deserts, changes his name, and crosses a wounded country, amidst rubble, devastated stations and countryside.

He's not a hero, but an ordinary man caught in a history too big for him. He carries the war in his eyes and the silent promise to stay alive in his heart, even when everything around him seems to be collapsing.

THE PROMISE.