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One more reason to vote for the Right! The modesty of the constitutional court

Nothing gay in the party. The commissioner of the Lazio Region Teodoro Buontempo sure did not want to discriminate against anyone, but he wants to "preserve" the image of the hard right and pure. "Why join the gay party - told KlausCondicio - we would give a bad example to the collective imagination, a sharing of values \u200b\u200bthat we have in our DNA." During an interview with the program of study by Klaus Davi, Buontempo put stakes through the entries in the party. "Let's be clear - explains the regional minister - met this person e gli spiegherei perché sarebbe sbagliata una simile scelta e che un partito deve avere le sue colonne d’Ercole. Altrimenti non sarebbe un partito, ma un contenitore vuoto come tanti ce ne sono oggi". "Gli spiegherei che siamo contrarissimi ai matrimoni omosex e ancor di più alle adozioni, quindi gli direi che non sarebbe opportuno - continua Buontempo - inutile essere ipocrita per avere qualche voto in più. Detto questo, difenderei un gay e mi batterei perchè venga rispettato". Alla domanda di Klaus Davi: "E se scoprite che una persona già iscritta è gay?", l’esponente della Destra risponde: "In tutte le buone famiglie ci sono le pecore nere, ma non lo espelleremmo assolutamente, a patto che non cerchi di mettere programs of the party unions or gay adoptions. In that case would be incompatible. "


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The letter of yesterday (and that perhaps one day will come) ... and be happily

If you work in a library can happen to have in his hands a letter like this.

If you work in a library, you may have read, although a part of you feels guilty, as if he were browsing in the privacy of others.

But if you work in a library, you say that you do for work, and laws.

"For a week I was given the title of doctor , but I must say that I do not feel different from before [...] In fact, maybe now I'm a bit 'worried because they seem to be blocked the assumptions: I want to stay in the institution where I made the claim and will work willingly, but the idea of \u200b\u200bit scares me a little free '[...] I'm in these days as the habit of writing has been lost, must be the fault of the hectic life that we have to do and the postal service: in fact seem to those legendary times when a letter arrived after three days [...] Vicenza is a city that can not well appear in everyday life: the few times I was there I always had the ' impression that it was empty ... "

And when you finish it and throw our eyes to the date, you get a little shiver down my spine.

November 3, 1974

think that these same words could be written today. That the concerns of that time seem the same. What is it for you (including the postman).

But nearly four decades have passed, most of your life, and we're back to square one.

And you wonder when things will never change.

This letter was found between the pages of a book by Piero Nardi. To write is a niece, which I do not feel that much different.

Nardi was a teacher and literary critic Vicenza. A rethink his life, see his personal library full of books with autographs of friends and pen of letters, some 'hope you are. Read the dedications of Giorgio Bassani of Eugenio Montale of Sibilla , full of affection and gratitude, and smile.

But those were other times , as Nardi decided to entitle his autobiography. Times when the culture still mattered - and had universally, not just for you. Working in a library you do not know for how much, and do not want to remember how.

Hoping one day to write a letter other than this.

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(book) schizophrenic

The 'Bags Minerva "by Umberto Eco are always illuminating .

The last I read, on 27 January, it has been in a particular way.

because I realized that even the specialist would have done good, saving me long dissertations on years of my life lying in uncomfortable chairs (which are not used more) and the giving disproportionate share of € (who is still used, and how).

quote:

"The world of receipt (of those who rejoice various creative ideas) is extremely varied. I do not believe that those who worship the Tamaro go crazy for "Finnegans Wake". Nè credo che chi ama Joyce ami Dan Brown, a meno che sappia amministrare con saggezza la propria schizofrenia , come faceva Proust (autore di un indimenticabile elogio della cattiva musica)".

E ancora: "Sia le persone insopportabilmente colte che quelle insopportabilmente ottuse o fanno l'una o l'altra cosa, e si vergognerebbero di tenere i piedi in due staffe (come invece deve fare ogni buon cavallerizzo )" [corsivo della p.l.]

Continuando poi sullo stesso tono, tra diatribe apparentemente insanabili: cena con caviale e lume di candela versus pizza take-away (schizofrenia culinaria ), Leoncavallo e Schoenberg (schizofrenia musicale ), arti figurative e Pollock (schizofrenia artistica ). Per non parlare di quelle che aggiungerei io: dalla schizofrenia cinematografica alla televisiva , arrivando fino alla schizofrenia umana (alzi la mano chi non annovera, nel proprio pacchetto amici , qualcuno di talmente diverso che sembra venga da un altro pianeta!).

Ecco, caro Umberto, finalmente grazie a te l'ho capito: sono anch'io un'inguaribile schizofrenica. Ma, in fondo, non lo siamo un po' tutti?

Ricordo ancora un'amica bibliotecaria che, a pranzo con altre colleghe in front of a plate of meatballs and broccoli in the middle of a dissertation by librarian book, he exclaimed: "I have read all the books in the Twilight saga, and I say this publicly with great pleasure! months were not a reading I enjoyed that. " I know for a fact that the same person he counts among his readings of diametrically opposed, which Eco would call immediately radical chic. But why should we stop being good horsemen and literary schizophrenia if this gives us pleasure, we have fun, makes us feel good?

Everyone - some more than others - their hidden passions. I own banned books: those readings that do not admit it, but we have fun molto più di tanti pamphlet radical chic. Perché ogni tanto fa bene, è come una boccata d'aria. Inutile dire di no. E anche tu, che con la testa stai ostinatamente negando: sicuramente qualche lettura proibita ce l'avrai. Magari non oggi, magari è stato ieri. Magari tu non la definisci così, ma attenzione: è solo la tua opinione, qualcun altro potrebbe farlo. E chissenefrega ? L'importante è starci bene, nella nostra schizofrenia. Non vergognarsene. Eco ha adoperato una parola bellissima, oggi purtroppo molto poco usata: gioire.

Per quanto mi riguarda, da quindicenne ho divorato Va' dove ti porta il cuore della Tamaro. E recentemente qualche Dan Brown's meatloaf I've read it, with some amusement. But James Joyce Dubliners remain one of the works I was most marked. This is just to mention cited by Professor Echo: I would still, thankfully.

only remains for me a single problem. Who knows me, I always set my character to be polar opposites eclecticism. How, now, to explain to them that are actually schizophrenic?

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The librarian will not remove any book from the shelves ever!

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.

free to read.

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Despite a climate that leads to a complete moral drift, the Constitutional Court has, again, had the decency not to endorse the bold thesis of those who raised the issue of constitutionality of rules that do not recognize the marriage if not for two people of opposite sex .
I must admit to being (positively) surprised and the decision announced two days ago, opens positive prospects for the future of the family which is a of the basic values \u200b\u200bof any civilized society.
The ruling of the Constitutional Court is even more important, as confirms not only the full legal legitimacy ( on the moral there is no doubt ) of the civil code which indicates that marriage is a contract between a man and a woman, but also the interpretation of that constitutional provision in favor of those who maintain the need for a man and a woman as essential parts of marriage .
We can say that even if a constitutional court usually too attentive to the "politically correct", confirms the traditional approach, then the hope you come out of this period is derived by limiting the damages may be based.

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Happy New Year from your Librarian ... their way!

Si sa, è tipico di ogni cosa nuova appena iniziata farci fare un piccolo resoconto di ciò che è stato, una sorta di rewind di quello che ha caratterizzato il nostro anno appena passato. E a questo non sono indenni nemmeno le librarian come me, ma la sottoscritta ha trovato un buon modo per farlo: guardare la mia libreria .

Eh si, perchè lì dentro - un locus amoenus dove spesso e volentieri I just find their way there myself! - There is much of what has characterized my last 365 days. A book for all times and for every mood, for every challenge and every emotion.

And so, even the one just finished, I like to be remembered as another year full of books. Some wonderful discoveries, others to forget. Some good, some not. One year

never stop doing one of the few constants in my life precarious read.

one year was so exhilarating, with the first reading: Pride and Prejudice and zombies Seth Grahame-Smith. And done so well, and me with of Niccolo Ammaniti, closed only a few days ago. A small but valuable book which will undoubtedly speak, I entered the heart.

In between, a number of authors who, in one way or another, I'll bring back. By Alice Sebold, Anne Holt, by Stefan Zweig in Alan Bennett, from Margaret Mazzantini to Joseph Brodsky, to name a few (very few). Finding old friends, like Fred Vargas and Agatha Christie (in a new discovery this year as romantic), Tiziano Scarpa and Ian McEwan. Books to touch, smell, browse, and stress. Books that have stayed with me on my bedside table, which took me by train or bus, that have kept me awake because just can not bring myself to close . Some made me smile. Many think. More angry. A few - fortunately - I was bored. And some are not even able to finish it - but Pennac would agree with me (if you have not already done so, read his wonderful novel How ).

What remains for me is the scent of many, many pages. The memory of new emotions that only the writing and reading can give me. And a desire, or rather two.

The first: never stop excited by opening a book.

The second: to be able to get at least a hint of all this to you. You who make me the best gift: leggermi.

Buon anno , e che sia un anno pieno di letture ed emozioni.

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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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hibernation

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