I think Paradise orc of Pennac has been one of my prime letture post adolescenziali. Penso che il suo concetto di "capro espiatorio" più tardi mi abbia illuminata, in un momento in cui tutti mi guardavano e mi dicevano "a lettere? che ti iscrivi a fare, futura disoccupata?" Ecco, c'era qualcuno a cui - lavorativamente parlando - poteva andare peggio. E restava comunque un gran figo, il signor Malaussène.
Penso che Tiziano Scarpa mi abbia fatto conoscere Venezia come pochi altri, con poche, semplicissime parole in poche preziose pagine. E penso che Stabat mater sia una bella favola, da leggere in una manciata di ore, che mi ha lasciato quel profumo che ti si attacca addosso e non si scolla per qualche giorno. And at the end of the day I think, the Witch, after all it is better to drink it rather than do a lot of controversy.
I do not know what to think instead of Madame Frédérique Audouin-Rouzeau because I do not know. Instead, what I think is that Fred Vargas is a fantastic author of mystery novels that have kept me awake at night, accompanied in many hours on the train, on holiday, in bed.
And this is what I think - and I will continue to think - of the many others who came with me this far, and that there will in the future. The ruthless inquisitor Eymerich Valerio Evangelisti. The beautiful monster bye love, hello Massimo Carlotto. The sixteenth century Q Luther Blissett (Wu Ming).
Someone today said that these books should be removed from our shelves. Some time ago, they would say burn them.
Has anyone else thought to the events of history that can not be forgotten, even if you would like. I can think of Fahrenheit 451 . In the novel, Bradbury's salvation lay in people's heads, in their ability to memorize. But today memorize things - let alone the words, even a poem - no longer in fashion. Do not teach even more. Result: no salvation.
Still, the restorers say that paper, when it burns, however, leaves something in what remains. What the ash can still be found information, although small and minimal. I think I see William, who frantically tries to book some rest in the ashes of the abbey, the last pages of Name of the Rose . I wonder how pissed off today.
Maybe even that much, probably would take another book from the shelf and continue to do what he always did. Read.
Exactly what I'll do it too.
not stop loving the works of D'Annunzio in Fiume for his business. How can we not stop to read Leopardi because today someone might call a geek social with the hump. Simply put, their works excite me, and not ever stop doing that.
Books. Novels. Literature in short, contemporary fiction, or if you prefer. Pages, words. Culture. Among the few things that are going against us today - in our own way, in our small - the filth around us. The difficulties with every day, the void of insecurity and dissatisfaction. A small way of saying I'm different, to protest silently, or scream loudly I am free to know, to know and above all think.
Books. Novels. Literature in short, contemporary fiction, or if you prefer. Pages, words. Culture. Among the few things that are going against us today - in our own way, in our small - the filth around us. The difficulties with every day, the void of insecurity and dissatisfaction. A small way of saying I'm different, to protest silently, or scream loudly I am free to know, to know and above all think.
free to read.
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