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People reading: Maria Francesca and the magic of Rome

Maria Francesca è veronese, ma ha deciso di farmi un regalo prezioso: raccontarmi una sua giornata a Roma, fra ponti, ciambelle, emozioni e - soprattutto - libri.

Ho usato la parola regalo , e non è un caso: a leggere le sue parole, sembra proprio di viverla Roma, camminandoci, annusandola, scoprendola. E' per questo che non ho tagliato una virgola del suo racconto, accompagnato naturalmente dalle foto "da lettrice".

E allora, buona lettura!

La lettrice è Maria Francesca

Dove: Roma

Quando: dicembre 2010

In mano : 

Michel le Bris, La bellezza del mondo , Fazi, 2010

A. Tagliaferri, V. Varriale, I ponti di roma , Newton Compton, 2007

e... una fantastica ciambella di piazza Navona!

Cosa dice of his literary choices (and its precious journey Roman):

are in Rome for a day and I'm enjoying the pleasure of wandering the streets: map in hand, so many dreams to pull out of a drawer closed and dozens and dozens of roads. Rome, a monument in the open.

What to do?

are in Rome a day after the Trevi Fountain, millions of tourists, he risked being hit at the intersection of the four fountains, leaving the heart on a beautiful dress, in a note boutique on Via Condotti, to which I could not really access or for the price, either for size, alas, I leave this chaotic world, and I shut myself away in the only store where I feel really at ease.

I decide to do more strength. If you have seen I love shopping, you can understand how sometimes have to call us dummies, delicate fabrics, bright colors, the clothes they could wrap the body in soft and sinuous shapes.

So it happens to me with libraries. I am attracted to. I can not help it. The scent books, the covers , the colors .... But above all what they have to say .

Why

I came in? Why am I here?

are in Rome for a day. What do I want? Again: understanding. Understand where I go, what I'm walking, what I'm looking at. But where to start?

from incurable nostalgic history of the streets and affectionate scholar of local events, then I would say a good book on Rome, there would be just fine. Too generic, I need something more specific. Rome is too large to be read in one book. I look around, change of department and I go back to the news section: as I read the description, I think, here, a novel that could do for me. The beauty of world, by Michel Le Bris: two interesting characters in the twenties of the twentieth century do crazy travel from New York to Kenya, the clubs of Harlem. It seems to me that we have: this pair of travelers is the constant search for beauty in the world, at a time different from mine, ok, but still we are talking about research. I'm fascinated by research, a comparison of different histories and cultures, from the intimate confines of the intimate and personal narrative, and personal relationships between individuals, from the mystery of love ourselves and travel, going out, trip after trip. So I decide to purchase the volume.

So why I joined? Oh yeah, right: Rome is waiting for me. But the book on Rome still no trace.

I leave the library and I decide that I want to read my book on the Tiber: from Verona good, I like to read sitting on the bank of the river, even though we are in December and perhaps not a great idea ....

Tiberina Island is magic, Cenci of the Tiber with its trees takes me a dream dimension. On the Sisto bridge I stop to observe, and think ... I find myself suspended over a river on an architectural solution designed to allow people to cross the water from shore to shore: in addition, with their mastery, architects have been able to bridge the excellent observation points the city, places nostalgic, poetic, romantic, and even a bit 'windy as the contact with water. Quid here's the shock. I will start from here, from bridges.

back on my way back to the hotel but a bit 'confused because it's late and are now in Piazza Navona, and libraries are many, too many to turn all of them. In Piazza Navona then there are the stalls of Christmas. A lot of people is mixed, many perfumes, many colors. But I'm glad.

are in Rome for a day and I've found books, people, roads, streets.

"It's nice to live, try to live and believe they can live better by virtue of what can 'happen without even meaning to. "

read this sentence from the book that I carry with me always and for jotting down phrases that strike me. This seems made for this moment.

For behold suddenly a bookstall , many, color, and above all in local history! And all subject to different, even at an attractive price, and it does not hurt! Here's one on the bridges of Rome. The Bridges of Rome, Alberto Tagliaferri, and Valerio Varriale, I tell the bridges, namely the milestones in the history of city \u200b\u200band its river. I allow myself even a donut hot Piazza Navona!

Torno a Verona satisfied, happy, Michel Le Bris, and The Bridges of Rome, with many maps and crumpled a bit 'of wishes fulfilled. I think that inevitably books are magically linked by a thin thread : The beauty of the world, The bridges of Rome .... What is the link? Perhaps the journey, discovery, history, the genius loci ...

Thanks Maria Francesca pearls your beautiful words, and your literary Cruising. But now, I got too much like a donut ...!

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The Librarian wishes you Merry Xmas!

... filled with the Xmas-Books! Just as these.

Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol . The book of Chistmas. Not a year goes by that I do not want to read it is ... never able to figure out if I like the most Scrooge appeased or the old one!

John Grisham, Christmas with the Kranks . Hilarious! Surely the funniest book on the subject of my library. Highly recommended for those holidays are a bit 'tight ...

Crimes Christmas (Polillo) and Yellow Christmas (Cairo publisher) are two collections of short stories on the theme, topped by a lot 'of thriller. Because even in this time of death will not go on holiday ... indeed!

always told, but of a different kind, in two other collections: The fourth king
magus (Marsilio), setting to one where are the Natali O. Henry, Pier Vittorio Tondelli and Pier Paolo Pasolini, and Christmas stories (Einaudi paperback), translated by the great Nico Orengo, where you'll be spoiled for choice Collodi, Alcott, Dostoevsky, D'Annunzio , Calvin, Maupassant, Nabokov ... In short, a feast for all tastes.

Last but not least, the last purchase of a few days ago: The death follows the Magi by Hans Tuzzi. A headline in the middle atmosphere, even if not a book for Christmas. It will surely be another entertaining reading by this author (actually a pseudonym) which I very much loved, whose protagonist is a commissioner in the Milan of the eighties, the first investigation took place right in the world of bibliophiles ... In short, definitely my kind!

I wish you a wonderful, funny, bookish Christmas. E. .. good reading, of course under the tree!

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People reading: Alice from Oxford!

I am happy to inaugurate this project with photos of Alice, born in Milan but taken from the beautiful Oxford (sooner or later the Librarian must come and see you!), which I am very grateful not only for being the first to venture on the job, but especially for the enthusiasm that has put us.

no more talk and we talk about the pictures!

The reader is Alice, with her friend Venus
Where: Boars Hill, a hill south of Oxford

When : December 2010

In
hand :

David Grossman, Whether you are for me the knife , Mondadori

Paulo Coelho, Manual of the Warrior of Light , Bompiani

Beniamino Placido, Nautilus. Culture as adventure, Laterza

What he says of his literary choices:

"Knowing does not mean remember, but know what book to look 'and'

a maximum of more that 'I love Benjamin Placido. In Nautilus - Culture as

adventure, the critic has accompanied me on a fun journey through the

modernity. This anthology of articles, I did laugh, think, and I was

discover new realities.

Reading the back cover of What you are to me the knife , I immediately place

realized that I had come across one of those books that you are in for the whole

life. The epistolary relationship between Miriam and Yair is simply amazing.

The manual of the Warrior of Light book is a bit 'antiquated, but it's one of those books that I need

during times of deadlock, in those moments when I can not find

the key to unlock a situation. And now that it takes me

is a collection of philosophical thoughts, libruncolo a 150-page, which is enclosed

tanta umanità.



Un romanzo, un'antologia e una raccolta di pensieri: cosa volere di più? Per quanto mi riguarda, incomincerò subito da Grossmann che riposa tranquillo nella mia libreria in attesa di essere letto.

Grazie Alice, e naturalmente... buona lettura!

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Heterosexual Pride from 'America.

We are often attacked by the homophilic and homosexuals with his usual spiel: " poor homosexuals, food inedible, and offended martizzati; always ghettoized and discriminated against. " Balle, huge bales, everybody knows that. And as a show than it really worth the contrary, comes from the USA 's straight outing of the most famous anchor-woman of the country, Oprah Winfrey who, through her tears, she wanted to shout to the world NOT to be a lesbian.

Brave, because now a lot of doors will close in the face ...

In the link, 's article Cristiano Gatti:

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Christmas is drawing near, the start of the tour-books librarian! The Librarian and the

Una giornata di pioggia, freddo, vento mi ha portata dritta dritta alla Feltrinelli di Padova. Una delle librerie da me in assoluto più frequentate, soprattutto negli anni dell'università patavina. Fuori, le luci di questo Natale ormai sempre più vicino. Dentro... migliaia di libri in attesa di essere gifted.

tail wagging the shelves like a dog hunting for new ones - delicious - prey, I made a broad idea of \u200b\u200bwhat will be my Christmas shopping (just a short post on the subject).

Meanwhile, here's a taste of the day!

with photographers, some already in my library: French Suite (Nemirovsky) , The Solitude of Prime Numbers (Jordan), Ruiz Zafon, Terzani Together ... to others, however, will end up like torpedoes in letter to Santa Claus.

And so, after all this overflowing bouquet of paper, those who have felt the cold, wind and rain?

Again, the books were better than scarf, raincoat and umbrella ... but better to take them, I recommend it;)

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do not know if you noticed, but with the arrival of the first cold, miraculously cease complaints of "aggression" to homosexuals that, with redundant communications, were so much space in the press during the summer months.
The cold has tamed the alleged "homophobia" as alleged, but never defined, recognized or identified with precision objective but only subjective deductions, one-sided and biased?
O at Christmas even the alleged "homophobic" become better people? And if you ever
the first cold had caused homosexuals to flaunt less, with clothes and behavior, their tendency , so as to reduce to zero those that are highly provocative to those who disgust from their events?
I focus on this latest release, confirming what we have long supported.
Nessun limite alla libertà individuale purchè non porti a condizionare le persone con attività di propaganda e purchè non comporti costi per il pubblico (cioè per tutti noi) con, ad esempio, il riconoscimento di una improbabile “reversibilità” per il convivente dello stesso sesso ( nulla quaestio, invece, se uno volesse sottoscrivere a favore del proprio convivente del medesimo sesso una polizza assicurativa privata, totalmente a sue spese, però ! ).
Ma, soprattutto , purchè ognuno manifesti le sue pulsioni in privato , senza manifestazioni o atteggiamenti pubblici che stimolano chain reactions starting with some legitimate joke aloud.

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Polifilo: a love quincentennial ... The sound of a personal librarian look ecciù

Waiting for your photos from readers, I continue with my own! After successful demonstration of the power of reading on the train, I go back to read comfortably ... on the couch. My absolute favorite place, of course, in second place behind the bed.

With me is my book par excellence: the Polifilo. I could only start from that. Inside is all that there must be: compelling plot, mystery, philosophy, art, erotic, passion, and so on and so forth. Definitely not easy to read (though thanks to the magnanimous Adelphi is accompanied by a translation into modern practice), but otherwise what fun would there?

Unfortunately, I do not have those "few" of the money needed to buy 'editio princeps dated 1499 and exit from the press at that illustrious Aldus Manutius of Venice, but until I win the lottery I'll settle Of this (which is however, much more manageable!)

But I must confess a small weakness: when I venture between the dark and dusty rooms on the upper floors of the library where I work, never fails to sneak into what is called "holy of holies" - custore sacred books of the rarest - and let visit to the ancient original at least for a few minutes. It 's so that this happens so my nose was created: smell. And now, whatever has happened to me during the day, I feel a bit' more relieved and light. Question of fact liber taumaturgicus (I will pass the license maccheronica Latin!) Or by the miraculous powers, able to cure the soul and spirit ...

... a little 'less than the physical, especially after a good sniff from someone like myself, has the misfortune to be allergic to dust mites: the concert begins ecciù . But although we are still five hundredth of product, they are forgiving. And definitely worth it.

In hand Francesco Colonna (?) Hypnerotomachia Polophili , reprint Adelphi, 2003.

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people reading!

Dear readers, today this post is dedicated to you.
you who love to read, touch the paper, sinking into a book.
Since no day goes by without someone in one way or another step on the world culture, and everything is in it, out, around. As the advertising pro-reading, are a sad one. And because it's a shame that there are still many - too many - not to see how wonderfully beautiful (and wonderfully thousand other things) read ... Let's hear
! In fact, see. Send me your photos from readers . They can be photos of yourself or any other person, may be the face or even no, freedom is important is that there is a book . And a brief justification of why it was chosen that particular book.

Then what are you waiting for? I invite you personal librarian!
If you want to be part of this work a bit 'bibliofolle, send your photos to personal.librarian @ yahoo.it

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Dedicated to Mario, Franco, First Librarian

Mario has gone well, silently . Taking with him the kindness and courtesy that old goods now too rare today. He's gone to his will, a will and steely shiny, never really scratched by those 95 years. Nearly a century of beauty, humor, talent, fame rightly deserved. And more kindness, more courtesy, that they should not ever fail. He's gone right in the evening when someone pro-life wanted to talk to someone else, evidently pro death. As if there really someone - removed the serial killer on duty - can be. He left when the mind is too strong in spite of a physicist too fragile. A diatribe impossible to heal.

Our thoughts turn to him, Franco . Same bright decision, the same will, only a handful of years ago. On Christmas Eve this year was ninety years old. It was 2002 and I remember I had just bought an edition of Hound of the Baskervilles with his preface, written together with the faithful Carlo. And as he

First, it was the late eighties. Another bright decision. Another scale. Another diatribe incurable. Another silent cry of love too strong for life.

You flew away like that. You who have left the most precious gifts, the ones to watch, listen, read. Army brancaleone, If This Is a Man, The Sunday Woman . You are flown to a place where not exist any more pro-life or pro death. Where your choices will be respected by nature. Where will continue smiling watching us in this little world that sometimes turn a bit 'backward. We, who continue to fail. We do not stop reading, watching, listening. And live there.

My reading today will Fruttero & Lucentini, The Woman on the Sunday, 1972 . It will be dedicated to the three of you: Mario Monicelli, Franco Lucentini, Primo Levi.

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goes ... by train! Books

Because love means first of all read books, I decided to inaugurate a new branch on the blog people reading . No matter who, where, how and when ... matter I have a book in front (or rear, you never know!). Starting your

by me, whose favorite reading places, in addition to the quilt - in the case had not yet understood - are ... the trains! Ancestral means of transport by rail with which I have now - alas - a relationship that goes from the spiritual (especially when I pray that they arrive on time) to physical (especially during peak hours). And so, to avoid the collapse crushed in the doors, or going crazy with the neighboring seat that does not stop a second to babble nonsense, my only lifeline is put my iPod earphones in his ears and an open book. And everything else, good or bad that is, no longer exists.

So here I am! Directly from Milano-Venezia region in the company of José.

In hand José Saramago, All the names, Feltrinelli, 2010 Print

in his ears: Muse, The resistance , 2009

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Books for winter. Books for white. Books scarf, coat and woolen gloves. Books to read curled up under the duvet, as surprises inside warm human kinder eggs. And above all, those books that once read would like not to have done more for the pleasure of reading .
As the first that came to my mind this morning when I opened my eyes and the window, and saw all that white. Here they are straight from my bookshelf.

Mousetrap the great Agatha, one of my heroines ever, in this classic yellow "closed room" (although, given the mansion in which it takes place, it would be more fair to say "home", but alas I risk falling into terms poco eleganti!). Si tratta di una commedia rappresentata ininterrottamente a teatro fin dalla sera della prima, di cui ieri si è festeggiato l'anniversario: era infatti il lontano 25 novembre 1952 in quel di Londra. Per il resto, c'è tutto ciò che rende i gialli della Christie piccoli capolavori: ambientazione deliziosamente vintage, morti al momento giusto, whodunit e gran colpo di scena finale. E poi, manco a dirlo, naturalmente nevica.

Nevica alla grande anche in Sotto i venti di Nettuno , il primo romanzo letto di Fred Vargas e quello che mi ha fatto innamorare... di Adamsberg. E di cui non svelerò nulla: must be savored to the end without any preview. I remember having had only one regret: having read it in summer, whereas this is just the right atmosphere (cold, hats, duvets ... see above). So enjoy it!

Two great writers for two yellow to bite until the last page. I almost me well I reread them, especially given my talents with great shovel snow I guess for now there is no escape ...

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challenge the Gelmini, and spend time talking about lesbian Lebanese ... Before the gag

It 's interesting to know that in these days of open and often violent student protests across Italy against the Reform Gelmini, public universities, in Here in Milan, the boys and girls have the opportunity to participate in interesting debates on the status of lesbians Lebanese as the one held last November 23:

Tuesday, November 23, 2010, 10:30
Building U6, Classroom 11 - 1 New Square of the University, Milan
The other side of the Mediterranean: presentation and discussion of one of the first lesbian-themed books published in Lebanon
What's life like lesbian, bisexual and transgender people of the other side Mediterranean? What challenges do they face in terms of identity, relationship with themselves and with the family?
What rights are granted and which denied? Beirut is so "other" than in Milan?

The KOB, in collaboration with Arcilesbica Zami, will present the volume Bareed Mista3jil - True Stories, a collection of stories coming out and experience life in LGBT Lebanon.

Saranno presenti due rappresentanti di Meem, associazione di lesbiche libanesi. L'incontro sarà tenuto in italiano e in inglese (con traduzione consecutiva).



Programma:



10.30 Saluto di apertura da parte del Kollettivo Omosessuale Bicocca

10.45 Luisa Bordiga (ArciLesbica Zami) – Alla scoperta dell’altra sponda del Mediterraneo

11.15 Proiezione di video sulla realtà LGBT in Libano

11.30 Presentazione del Gruppo Meem e del volume Bareed Mista3jil – True Stories

12.00 Lettura di alcuni brani del libro Bareed Mista3jil e dibattito con l'autrice.









Insomma, un incontro assolutamente Do not miss ... soon, probably, the various problems of student collectives quibble shunting of trams in Baluchistan and the social status of farmers of cricket in Namibia ...

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get dressed up: you go to a funeral!

hard not to admit that he made the right choice. The right book at the right time.
A book that puts everything in the title: because of the funeral ceremony question and massage ... well, because the transition in question was an expert in manual stimulation, in every sense (as it turns out right away!). But the real star, the one that turns a book into something more pleasant, the irony. Ironic irreverent, poignant, elegant yet bold, Bennett gives us from beginning to end (rather than symbolic) row. And what looked like a standard guide on a normal funeral turns into a mocking laugh on the vices and miseries of the human soul. And without too weep over.
all accompanied by a parade of starlets and stars of television more or less famous film, all in some way knowledgeable of deceased masseur. Just like in a movie, seems to have in front of their terrified faces when, during the ceremony, set the suspicion of AIDS: this is the scene without doubt the most successful among many of the book. Which in many ways is also a fierce critic of the church is not by chance, the work will be the holder's own funeral, the father Geoffrey Jolliffe, to think of God as "a bit like a 'too old'. Others do not say, or risk of revealing too much about it that looks more like a funeral party (missing only the martini with olive oil) and that I really wanted to participate, little black dress and veil embroidered handkerchief. I
detto che sarebbe stato uno sciroppo per l'anima. A fine lettura, confermo e aggiungo: è uno sguardo impietoso sull'uomo di oggi corredato da una sana e sonora risata.

Da assumere:
rigorosamente a letto, in pigiama. Come ogni medicina che si rispetti!

Controindicazioni:
averne subito a portata un altro. Bennett è contagioso e si rischia un principio d'assuefazione.

Quotes:

"Si può fumare?"
"Non credo"
[...]
"Comunque all'entrata ho visto un posacenere"
"Quella era l'acquasantiera"

La morte suscita tanta avversione perché mette tutti sullo stesso piano. Di questi tempi le persone agognano qualcosa che le distingua dagli altri. Mentre è proprio la morte a fare di noi degli eletti, uno per uno: l'unica cosa immutabile.

Alla facoltà di teologia il suo tutor gli aveva scritto su una tesina: "Salta all'occhio una certa confusione fra Dio e Joan Crawford"

[Alan Bennett, La cerimonia del massaggio. Adelphi, 2007]

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Heavy rain and syrups paper

Colpa di ieri, giornata inconcludente passata a fare praticamente nulla (ogni tanto succede!). Blame the rain stops for a moment haunt again this weekend. It also guilty of Sunday, the worst day of the week, every time it makes me understand why my ancestors had a headache all the seventh.

For all this, today I have the mental physical spiritual and psychological needs of a book. A book to touch, caress. Smelling the way down. May be small, nothing pretentious. Something that begins and ends in the 24 hours. Something that slides down like a strawberry syrup for the soul.

skim titles in my library, and eventually my eye falls on Ceremony massage by Alan Bennett. A booklet with a cover of a fashion almost pink, with features typical of a book Adelphi: fantastic to touch and scent. I just have to choose whether to get dressed first, or be directly in your pajamas: I know who wins the number two option! Bennett a few years ago I read The Uncommon Reader , and even then it was a nice brown for the throat. We hope that something similar happens today. Then, another small miracle of words and paper will be made.

you later with the final say!

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"We were the Leopards, lions. Those who will replace us jackals, hyenas, and all of ocelots, jackals and sheep continue to believe the salt of the earth "


" Shoot the looters! "

Only one of these two sentences belongs to a novel.
I realize how difficult it is to guess which one.

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right. It will help flood. Instead, he soaked away, unfortunately. Why the paper draws the water, such as honey bees. In fact, a few steps, we have them, the sandbags already leaning against the door, ready on the starting blocks if ever cursed those five meters were still affected dal Bacchiglione. Ma intanto, qualcuno che pochi giorni fa si era ritrovato a combattere con acqua, muri umidi, marcio e rovina, ha deciso di riaprire così. Non abbassiamo la saracinesca in attesa che qualcosa di brutto accada di nuovo, ma riapriamo: mostrando alla gente che passa qualcosa di bello. Qualcosa su cui appoggiare la mente, sorridere e sperare.

Libri .

Che, in effetti, a prima vista non ci azzeccano nulla con gli occhiali. A ben guardare , invece, i due sono culo e camicia. Penso ai presbiti, poveri cecati. Come mio padre che per anni si è ostinato a non mettere gli occhiali dando la colpa alla carta troppo patinata, e adesso li perde ovunque (Especially when we have them hanging from the neck). I think the summer. What if you do not have dark glasses, I challenge you to read on the beach. I think people like me who use them even though short-sighted to read closely, out of habit, convenience, laziness. Why do so librarian (a bit 'of the poor, but never mind).

I think the owners of that shop, what they had in mind in preparing for this showcase. Etrata are not to ask: perhaps I did not want some answers that I did not like. The important thing is that they did.

For those of us crashing down, perhaps with the head somewhere else. For those who will then want to go into a bookstore or library, pick up one and open it. For those who will wonder what does ? and those who copied the idea. For those who understand in an instant what to put under the table because they do not dance (a genius). And who will suddenly want to pick out those buried in some kind of big box store. Or who simply will need a new pair of glasses.

But both are not slow to see something beautiful. Something that for a moment you forget everything else. Something that makes you smile even if behind you is a river within hours because of rain rises. Something that makes you say I start today, and I do so. In my own way, whatever it is. Even with a book.