Tuesday, September 28, 2010

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The Curious Case of ... BIFF


Borrowing (half) quote of the story of Francis Scott Fitzgerald from which it was derived the same name, beautiful film by David Fincher, I wanted to put in places a small case of books (of my invention? O there 'of it?) that has enticed my curiosity.
There 's a book, of course, as the protagonist of my small yellow-mystery or almost Fletcher DanBrowniano that has formed in my mind unlikely investigative and THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO BIFF. As you may have heard, I have read and loved or hated, or maybe there is completely unknown.
Maybe it's all just smoke and roast, and maybe reveals a nice hole in the water and Elliot to deny me on the spot, maybe it's collegiate Casuccio yellow condominium which should not attract much attention But to deserve a piece 'a bit' of salt from literary event (for a reason) and publishing (for other reasons) I think there 'and is embroidered on something tasty. Although it is not serious stuff, patience, too seriously you end up early to get tired. The book was released in 2008, edited by Elliot, a publishing house that Roman is actually one of my favorite publications, which seduced me as a reader to the point of sending me on the street to bring home their (beautiful) titles. But, perhaps, some small flaw on which to complain that they are concerned there '. A nice wink of ears it takes, I do not want that.
I state that I am not aware of the common editorial, printing and reprinting of Elliot editions of their programming and everything 'regarding logistics, so my attention is, more 'by the reader intrigued by talk of a lounge, a figment of my version crime novelist who occasionally comes out and indulges itself. Or maybe not.

often traveling far and wide across the Internet (various forums, aNobii, and the like), to libraries, chatting with booksellers, asking questions directly to the publisher concerned, which is precisely the Elliot, a spider, I dug the hole: the book by Christopher Moore has become a spectacular example editorial, is snapped up quickly, disappearing from the shelves of many libraries that despite repeatedly ordering it, served 1:00 to 2:00 months to take note of the fact that the stock of the publishing house it was lacking. Because, I suppose, a powerful word of mouth or a large space dedicated to him by various small-sites and blogs that deal with books and reviews that abound on the Web, has become almost a relic from the museum so that for a while ' of months now, THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO BIFF may be all it takes to join the lineup of Chi l'ha visto?.
on aNobii, in various groups, have appeared in the form of topic-appeal continuous and insistent demands, to question whether or not to invoke the book and its reprint in the near future: people in the grip of a huge curiosity around Biff, you could have asked when the volume in your hands . Without any concrete response from Elliot. Yellow then convinced me to run some library, both in Milan and elsewhere, looking for evidence to verify it and to request availability of the book, the response from the leaked was committed more 'or less the same: "we ordered but still did not reach us," "other people have asked but there seems to be a ghost library "or" do not get more 'copies of the book for a long time. " As a kind of journey in stages, so I thought to address even as a last resort, directly to the publishing house that somehow she said, revealing that a reissue has never been produced, but which, hear hear we approach the last page where the mystery will be unveiled in the fall (and we entered a few days now) the volume will be reprinted in a new series, paperback and economic, the LIT, which will make its debut ever in the house Roman publisher.
On book, which as a vendor at the fish market, advising him scream out loud, we spend just a few words to focus on its nature: I do somersault enthusiasm in which the author reads from a point of reference , prestigious, which has documented and studied, sew in key interpretative novel a kind of new modern version of the object of the story. Especially if the reference point from which it draws its story is recycled especially attracted attention because of its delicate and charming.
Here, in THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO BIFF, there 'the Gospel, there 'the Bible, there is' the theme at the heart of all religion, a sort of taboo' by never having to debunk, appears to be a mortal sin to talk about it in terms other than those of mystical solemnity . But, Moore manages to make this a sort of amusement park where traps are placed here and there irreverent, sightseeing and entertainment never experienced before. You roll out of bed, the couch, the chair of uncontrollable laughter and, more often, it spreads gently maybe in a secluded, intimate, to reflect and be touched. I know that the Church, more 'surly, whining, bigoted, moralistic (false) than ever, he is tickled that annoys, distorts the nose, perhaps intervene with the press usually cold and grumpy. But patience, there will a reason, because we do not accept attacks on those who preach the good hiding on a balcony malaffari sealed its key in a cupboard behind him. Read Moore, just released in the series of LIT Elliot, you do not know what you've been missing until now.

Friday, September 24, 2010

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long time I felt ready to put on my personal blog on the library story of Andrea. The joke
is always just around the corner. A stab in the back, in this case. The Punch October 20
-closed mind.
The reasons are, of course, that pushed cruelly, without appeal, many small businesses like Andrew to shut down.
Rentals, very little revenue compared to expenses which if all goes well, with a few exceptions, zero or slightly more 'revenues.
was alive for 3 years, I was beginning to be familiar with it only recently. But I had gone inside.
News that to date has not been more 'surprise anyone, but at last one we always hope that things can go well or restore in case of false-momentary hitch.
Behold, I send a big hug to Andrea.
With my heart in my throat.
We hope that by his resourcefulness, his crackling passion for books can be born something else, just as beautiful and lively.

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a single room, built deep, almost vertically in a dig, decorated entirely with books. "Cathedra" of Professor Andrea in the bottom, face to face with the door. Go into "class" but not to study or to put up with the classic high school class that tickles your sleep.


come in, but before going through the door you are immediately attracted by the scent of books that call you from the corner of the road, turning you to the entrance.

E 'Library Interno4 Andrea. Interno4 is a sort of bookstore chain founded at the initiative of the provider's note. But if you think of the classic book chain, it is wrong. It has everything, all the features, all characters of the classic small independent bookstore, which sports all the features of warm, closed almost like a living room in front of the fireplace, chair, and strong presence of staff, a positive vibration and pulsating is palpabilissima.

between parked cars and condominiums closed doors, stands out in this sort of forgot about the island city that lives a bit 'under the shade of the eyes of the people that has passed, a window that immediately attracts the attention of people walking, stimulating curiosity and described in a beautiful handshake: a small number of books on display outside the store in an open suitcase, with a toaster in it that contains a couple of books and then volume table in the store that is as if they were smiling to welcome you to your approach.

It has been the sensation of being about to enter a little world that contrasts with the external one. You get the perception of the shelter, to be able to preserve a bit 'from the time that passes too quickly to pause your day and release it only after, later, to your liking. A sort of controlled suspension seconds, minutes, hours go by. Then it goes live. The atmosphere is one of those who know how, and pampering, with great discretion to involve gradually making you feel a family. It 's a hot library that does not show, but simply appears to be almost on tiptoe. It 'obvious that it is very personal, reflecting a little' taste (essence) and the ideas of those who run, those who live it every day and sends out every day. Sheets of papers included in the book, or attached with a paper clip to cover, talking of that work or that author, children's drawings attached on one side of the table that have an atmosphere of student spirit and lightness. Sometimes it happens that the libraries dot too much on formalities and thus' become totally aseptic environment, cold, almost lifeless and expression, totally absent in their own language to communicate with me to bring a lot of discomfort. Here, however, between shelves of cabinets that alternate between those who seem to have been recovered from some cellar and those freshly baked dall'Ikea, colorful chairs used for children (but on which, there 'to bet, will lay their beautiful ass even adults), a beautiful vintage table where beige emerge from above, below, inside the box, books that seem almost suddenly go out, in all their enthusiasm to show themselves and make themselves known, to catch you off guard and draw your attention. An old radio, a suitcase on display in the window, open, with books that appear within the loop in all their colors and catchy title.

The arrangement of books is not a random choice. Both on the many shelves that together give a beautiful picture of fullness and intensity, both on beautiful huge planks placed in the hall (which is the store) that leads to the case. (The chair). Entirely covered with planks of books (a show of colors), so 'as the black sofa, cushions with green (a nice sharp contrast, there is no 'what about that first drew my attention immediately) on front only a few steps away from the body, which lay books and magazines, to the reader that the company immediately will find comfort and relax even for a moment. Sitting down, you are positioned at the front desk pc where Andrea is open to anyone with its unique availability and its contagious sympathy, typical Romagna, always ready and responsive to suggest reading tips, to enter into one or more 'discussions about the world of book, exchanging opinions, views, passionate mini-reviews of this or that book, giving himself room to cheers enthusiastic emphasized by expressions such as "No come on, but missed. You would not have read it, but you kidding? ". More

'a shelf crammed with graphic novels: the first time I walked in and my eye fell on this spectacular area of \u200b\u200bthe library, I thought I was going mad. Things that usually in a library that makes other choices from the catalog to display in his shop, there is almost never. But there 'pretty much everything: the table for the novelty, placed immediately at the cinema section of essays, poetry, fiction, music (of which Andrew is a big fan).

In short, the real libraries are those that have their soul. Designed, created, raised, communicated. The result of the strength and power of the little things that decorate, which often is the case maybe there is. But who has a minimum sensitivity leap to the eye, but not distracting. We teases, tickles you, look for a contact with you, here's what it does.

Space is not typical of a library of a big chain (large, standard and repetitive, officer), but that is why I think it's much better used, more care and passion. Authors little-known beaten (at last) on the front page, the same applies to publishers who are struggling to find room to move amid endless competition in the publishing field, here they take the stage for a stage than elsewhere can only dream of. Here, as soon as you turn, you immediately evident a few books, drawn from a particularly striking. Why, and it must be said, the books here have their right to space, without being thrown behind the scenes as often happens in large libraries. Each book has, so to 'say, that the right to be beautiful and a snap bell'occhiolino to those who enter the library, an equal opportunity to be chosen for a simple puff pastry with no obligation to buy.

Andrea also a lot to promote the book in Rimini. It organizes events, presentations, in short, is a large business. Actually, in Rimini, there are also very active and committed other libraries such as the Library of Rimini, the Library Book and La Vela that Moby Cult organizes every summer for twenty years now, the library dedicated especially the Cherry Avenue children and young people, who shared the organization of "A sea of \u200b\u200bbooks." Very little is needed to realize the great commitment of subscribing to the newsletter this guy or his group on face book. There 'movement, there' attention around its beautiful work, which puts its energy into the field with his whole being, there 's also affected. It 's a nice prize (the people you will find, he asks advice on a book, attending events to organize, who buys from you), although of course a guy who aspires to open a library, it does not of course to become a millionaire. Better to remove it from the head immediately to avoid building a house of cards muddled.

Force, then, that it expects to take a trip to Rimini perhaps less known in spite of the one made of beaches, hotels, clubs? That culture, books, events, activities of the great artisans of this great little book that can not wait to tell you about books, exchange views, a stone's throw from the city center, where already at a certain time it feels warm in the wake of scented flatbread wrapped around their nostrils.

Friday, September 17, 2010

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A Casa Vianello in British style

A condominium in an affluent area of \u200b\u200bEdinburgh, more 'precisely located in 44 Scotland Street that gives the title to the book, is the theater that come to life, the events extravagant, gaudy , deeply human characters battery, weird, almost caricatured, born from the pen ironic, lush harmonious and reflective of Alexander McCall Smith.

The town seems a microcosm of the building which is placed a huge glass dome that separates it from the surrounding world. As soon as you cross the gate out of the building, is like going to meet a sudden wave of air that leaves a little 'taken by surprise. A kaleidoscope
varied, brilliant, with characters and situations of the most 'diverse intertwined that give off a flickering, electrical, search for a meaning in themselves.

The starting point is the absolute of their everyday lives that apparently does not let nothing exceptional: there is' Bruce, a tall, handsome, menos, narcissistic young man who works for an estate agent, there 'Pat, outgoing girl, looking for a new air, who decided to leave home to take two years sabbatical study, then there are Irene and Bertie, 30 year old mother and son 5 years old, who are involved in a tug of war over what is the best way schoolgirl raising a child and then forget again as Matthew, the son of dad , which has been entrusted to an art gallery and is really ignorant and uninterested about art like a goat. There 'then Sunday, eccentric woman in one piece, old antopologa, the gossip of the building that can not' never fail to read in this context that he is interested in everything and everyone, energetic, full of life, ; and dispenser of us old and adviser in the presence of official secrets (Which is supposed to remain that way, by those who practice them)) other people's men. And in addition, other characters in outline, used to give additional color to the characters and a couple of pretty good that after a fleeting appearance at the beginning of the book, we are preparing, in the end of history, to reserve a special place for the next volumes of the series that came out of Italy is now a week betting on paper.

Mc Call Smith guides us to visit Edinburgh, the city where he lives, he was hired as a camera dive from the outside in the apartments of our exciting tenants, causing them to speak, communicate creeping into their thoughts more 'intimate and inviolate and their fluctuating mood states that are constantly exchanging positions during the day. There are paintings through their beliefs, their vices and virtues', habits, and their philosophy of life. enhancing defects, posing as normal, natural, as an added value, such as a touch of pepper that is used to stir up the monotony, instead of making petty demagoguery as often happens reading certain books, they shoot you in the head a suicidal instinct difficult to counter.

Each character, with its unique features and distinct, clearly presented a picture almost as soon as scattatagli with a telephoto lens reflex loaded, is analyzed in depth, sometimes mocked, others pitied, and despite (or perhaps especially because) there is a separate an abyss of difference, are mixed to perfection, creating a vibrant and dynamic whole, but also extremely sensitive, who managed to win the reader, fascinated by normality that feels so 'it, the pieces that move the novel.

A novel, as mentioned, light-hearted, unpretentious, paced, lively, fresh, delicate, designed for an audience wide readership, with no barriers to entry. You get lost in the pleasant turn of events, walking to shops, restaurants, edimburghesi by the hand with the characters. They are hilarious yields in direct speech in person, by the voice of the character of the moment, of what 'which in reality is that in reality, but only thought. A sort of gossip of thought, a rogue paparazzi. Just as the misunderstandings are unintentionally amusing burlesque, the slippery falls, creating a disorienting and embarrassing moment of suspension disconcerting, unrequited love, attempted conquests unlikely suffering harmful to the heart and sudden surprising new discoveries. All with a touch of typical British humor, which has the power to be brilliant but also bitter and reflective.

The Scottish author (but born and raised in Africa), with all its experiences, his world, he managed to hit the mark. And this is what 'I look for in a book evidently written with different structures inside variants are easily recognizable, than many others, so some comparisons with other texts should be made with the feet on the ground and required and necessary distinctions. But has the merit, in fact, have been able to touch the right nerve, known to invite me with the simplicity of a humble plot, linear, delicate and elegant at the same time, a direct, intense, engaging and human.

The sauce is perfect, but simple recipe carefully calibrated to suit the tastes a bit 'of all: comedy, so, in generous quantities some hint of mystery and yellow for "pepper" the pace history and also a good liter of sociology and philosophy, taken in balanced amounts, can not 'do anything but good.
Who will taste?

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A long walk made of books

matter what they say in Italy read, even if not at the level of the Scandinavian countries, holds. And it is appreciated. Just think of the many fairs and events devoted to the reading that are organized every month in our country.
From tomorrow until Sunday in Turin to life the fourth edition of PORTICI PAPER, defined in the poster presentation at the event, such as the library more 'longest in the world "(over two miles of stalls and thousands of titles to be admired , browse, perhaps to take home). Thought the Councillor City of Tourism, Commerce and Promotion Altamura, and produced by the Foundation for Books, Music and Culture, with the help of the Region, the Chamber of Commerce and Iris, the event this year is dedicated to figure Italo Calvino, who died exactly 25 years ago on the night between 18 and 19 September.

A walk through some of the most 'suggestive of Turin (the arcades of Via Roma, Piazza San Carlo and Piazza San Felice, from 18.30 to 24 Saturday and from 10 am to 20 on Sundays), focusing on 'meeting with booksellers (148), small and medium sized publishers and authors in Piedmont, in a roaring feast of ideas to keep attention focused on reading.
presentations, stalls selling books, discussions and debates, shows and theme nights (especially Calvin), will become Turin and its 17-way involved, a din of voices that make you live a vibrant weekend intense in those who plan to be there.

For those who have children in tow, an interesting series of events involving small potential readers of the future with readings by authors such as La Fontaine's fables and Rodari and other writers (reading in native language), real shows focusing the story (such as a staged dialogue between the more 'famous fairy tale characters beloved by children) and labs that herald the true gems not to be missed.

For more information:

Official site: www.porticidicarta.it/pdc010/home.html

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

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Traveling against traffic


Michael Proust, on the trip, said: " The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes."
Italo Calvino, however: "Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds his past that he did not know most of you: the foreignness of what you are no longer or not have more awaits you at the gate in strange places, not possession. "
While Charles Baudelaire: "But real travelers departing from and for just: hearts mild, similar to balloons that only moves if ever, they always say" Let's go, "and do not know why. Their desires are the shapes of clouds. "
Based on these beautiful, poetic, delicate and harmonious, but especially true, quotes of a certain caliber of people we all know, the affacciamoci book by Michael Zadoorian, TRAVELING formers.
Journey is Wrong a book that welcomes many subjects and capture them, almost presenting them in succession almost as a stop-motion, outlining through different strokes, different colors, different shades, depending on the accent with which deserve to be offered and transmitted to the reader.
There 'who considers him a travel book (and it undeniably is), there' who see it as a comedy but also bitter (and here I think it is difficult to deny) , who still sees it as a novel paradoxically dramatic training, which has much to want to teach.
The plot, in its structure, is linear and simple: a pair of octogenarians, very playful, free-range, hyperactive, mischievous, sparkling, decided that there is no 'time to lose: you must leave, take their Leisure Seeker old traveling companion when they were interminable 'young, and escape the most' far as possible from a life which is sadly leaving. We both are diagnosed with a serious disease and degenerative: John, Alzheimer's, she in a merciless cancer. Are they to be devoured by an incurable disease that afflicts them. And I'm fully aware. But decided not to bow to fate, at least not now, and so ' hastily prepare their flight across America. They have a choice so sudden, well-balanced, without fear, without hesitation, without skepticism, without hesitation. It looks like a typical juvenile behavior, anarchic, subversive, unconventional, impulsive. A sudden flight organized by a pair of octogenarians in search of a freedom to enjoy until the end, I decided to break away from their fate decided to wear, to attack with all their hearts to what little remains of their lives. It 's a philosophy, a belief, not a desperate attempt to recover everything' that is lost or not lived. Because they, in their extraordinary lives, have had it all.
John and Ella, holding hands, kissing, still think of sex, they see each other again in the eyes that flame of passion, desire and tenderness that has accompanied them since kids today in a long journey together and that you are still off.
journey, through, than with their old camper almost coast to coast, the United States, in their awesome size, in their frightening desolation in their colossal force, in their extraordinary variety of colors and landscapes . Suns, John, Ella, the campers, their illness ... and slides. Yes, because in every camp, where they stop, they set up a real cinema complete with a projector and screens, and we shoot up all the slides of their past. And their comments are the background music to view. And never mind if John, you forget the name of his wife but remember to detail moments, moments, unusual, seemingly irrelevant.
It passes through breathtaking panoramic views to mournful and desolate ghost town, a desert steppe where is the absolute silence to dominate and where the colors seem to be afflicted by a chronic depression, from paved roads or streets dirt on which the camper shows his age and his labors, through some fabulous camping, disturbing others in their sad look left up to the hotel (do not worry so much money available, we also invest in a huge suite) and restaurants to eat exactly the foods that should be avoided, especially if sick (hamburgers, french fries, alcohol, Pepsi by the gallon and so on).
Many meetings are born on the road, as expected. In fact, John and Ella will come across the street with hippies who want to drink with our grandmother and have slipped to look at the film of their projected life improvised on a video screen, which criminals attempt to rob them but are eventually driven out, kids 14 year olds already struggling with a daughter to care that are gently invited to a dinner in campers, and many other characters such as waitresses, hotel clerks , gas stations crossing their story still to tell, until the end of everything.
The numerous slides take along, will add many more frames, new shots gradually worn down the street, as if seeking help desperately, but also with dignity and conscience, to stop time, to ensure that we should not worry about the "after".
Theirs is not a desperate flight, driven mad by fear of death that you want to avoid at all costs. Theirs is a desire, moving, to stay together, strongly united, to prove again what 'that since boys have never stopped to offer: unconditional love, great attention to each other, strong independence from other, hand in hand, a lot of laughter, understanding each other on the fly without the use of words, as determined by a character strong, resourceful, tough, determined. But perhaps the most proof 'that there may be great on this trip is a' other: the be still alive and mostly live TOGETHER. Because often we read between the lines and not in the book, perhaps the only true, great, terrible fear is the same: to remain alone, without the other, without the other. And here is that the matter would become excruciating. The very thought of such an eventuality, he sends them in crisis, blackouts.
It 's a book at times bitter, but full of hope, reflection on which to reason, to entr'actes hilarious, but also moving to tears. Reading their question and answer, I can immediately think of Raimondo Vianello and Sandra Mondaini. Who knows why.
even in the most 'painful, where John loses his memory, does not recognize his wife or himself, or when in the camper and his wife in the bathroom and part throttle dell'autogrill forgetting to have a wife on board, or in bed when it gets wet, and demonstrates the independence of a child, or full of pain when she chastely risk of falling to the ground and then implanted to stay in bed, there is a light that never fails to illuminate their journey. Miles and miles of anxiety, fear, certainty, comfort, confidence with a glance every now and then turned to a past which have given so much and they got the same. The children, worried of their flight, constantly anxious, desperate to convince them to retrace their steps, grandchildren, waiting to be pampered by their grandparents, all awaiting their return home. But they are directed towards the sea and from Disneyland and do not want to hear any reason which would prevent them from finishing the final draft of their life.
The absolute beauty of the book, I think, is that they are not to dominate the negative feelings such as anxiety, fear, sadness, despair, but on the contrary, chills emotional as love, the value a priceless smile and a look, a full consciousness of themselves and still be alive and strong, capable everything. Even and especially in a context in which the drama is in theory have to move the pieces, the disease. But no, they are to be imposed on drivers of their existence, or at least what remains of them, without being blackmailed, or impose or dominate from a fate that seems to have already decided the ending for them.
Life is lived only once, they understood very well and John Ella, who despite severe obstacles that are placed between them, continue to practice their little rituals like nothing had happened, to place strong , energy, full emotional involvement without brakes. The battery is running out for them but want to leverage what little energy remained that still feeds them to ward off any negative feelings, to keep a safe distance from easy regrets, and enjoy the height of their physical and mental what is given them.
seems to be a happy old age, a disease that there is' but with whom you can live with great clarity and intelligence. But there are moments of killing, all right, so 'as a non-acceptance of what will be, many questions will arise, especially on the end of it all without his sweetheart at his side. It 'a hymn to freedom, love, journey: and the mixture is born mixing these I would call a lot more 'than just the values \u200b\u200band beliefs, is the fundamental reason why life must be loved in every way and in spite of everything. And I forgot, is the number one reason why as a reader, all at an extraordinary council dispassionately read like this.
Finally we mention a better pill to Mark Twain: "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you did not do that for the ones you did. So give up the tops. Get away from the safe harbor. Take your sails with the winds. Explore. Dream. Discover. "

Monday, September 6, 2010

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Mantova approaches ... In

We are approaching quick steps to our second Festival of Literature Mantovano.
the expected growth, expectations quickly climb upwards, and would like to be there already, to live countdown that separates us the most official way 'of an event or that event, an experience.
few days, 5, I am sure that will fly away in the blink of an eye. Almost without noticing. Why is it always like this 'when you have to do with more time' and feel beautiful: accelerating slide away, rather than block and stop the moment.
I want those 3 days because they get only 10 to 12, it is blocked by magic, swinging, suspended above the rest of the time that passes, I would last months, without having to experience the rich melancholy that has been done already lived memory after a few hours.
meetings with writers, a wonderful city to live intensely, friends to meet and to laugh, joke, indulge in confidences, pats on the back, the simple pleasure of being together, long walks to go along with between one event and another , and the other a sandwich, a dinner of mileage and the other chairs.
I'm ready, I have a suitcase packed full of books but also a lot of enthusiasm and an uncontrollable desire to give myself and completely surrender to what I am going to live, with no thought for the head, short, free books.
books, but everything 'that revolves around books, is a fantasy world, to savor and enjoy every last crumb, to sniff and capture the essence of every last dust trail that leaves the air.
Mantova arrive, camera around his neck, books in the backpack, comfortable shoes, to live and to write stories (and then tell) and also a lot of stuff by Magne (permettetemelo, because Italy has so many culinary variety, which even escapes Mantova to this rule). A few days
, Mantova. It will be as always a pleasure to meet again and live with your beauty.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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holiday reads really more?

More 'free time, less work, less study, less than daily tasks that take away the freedom of space time to devote himself entirely to read that, perhaps lying on the bed, on the beach under an umbrella, or in the garden. The holiday is really the moment when the reader gives un'accellerata his intense hunger for books? The holiday, for many, the holiday forced labor, is more often a real organized program in advance to be untied from the citizen stressful pace. We are looking for specific destinations, many of adventure wild, others thoroughly investigated in order to feed the culture and history, others quite specific pathways full of fun and movement. Therefore, it becomes important not to miss holiday, especially if the time available is limited. Turning tourists iperorganizzati, moving as explorers intermanente oriented improvisation of the moment, I wonder, but you can not find the time to read? E 'clear, depending on the route and a holiday that will be put. At sea, relaxing more 'wild, well reading is fertile land. But as soon as you intend to move, to travel, that's that then also the time for reading is not. I first of all I tried this thing on the road traveling in Tuscany, between the sea and villages, including colors and exciting story to live on site, As soon as you back to the hotel, puff, the pillow was to welcome me with open arms. No book. When you get out of the house from 9 am to 11 pm, with a tiny pit stop in changing room and wash, then it becomes difficult to be able to get stretched out and reading. Want to fatigue, but also for the objective lack of material time. And of course, every time I stumble into the error that the average reader commits: carry around 2-3 books convinced of being able to read hands down at least two titles. Big, huge, gigantic crap. At least, I speak from personal experience. The holiday which is as free diving in the book is certainly that, beach loungers and umbrellas. In that case the book is a companion faithful, to which we can not 'do without. Saying that fills the days, it's ugly in my opinion. Better to say that you "goes," you "follow" you "kidnap." Then, of course, if you happened to close rowdy beach umbrella, there 'makes you want to send to fuck' em all and unfortunately, the book is closed despair, murderous instincts tickling difficult to retain.
I, on the beach, especially in the morning, I tend to fall asleep almost immediately, then immediately into the sea, to collect the cibaria that water makes available free to people and Hours pass, and so 'the pages read are not. I'm a lazy reading on the beach? Unbelievable but true.
much is that this summer I read very little. Even less if the proportions made with my reading of February-March-April-May. Now we have just entered in September, let's see if the machine will continue to march from reading it properly, finding the rhythms of his competence.

short, to read, the holiday is a joke? It 's the perfect time to fish buttarcisi to forget about everything else? It 's the long-awaited moment of newfound freedom for the rest of the year? (Although it is true that the player its small moments of freedom can also trovarseli between a commitment to another, even in places and times of the day at the edge of credibility).

Who knows, and meanwhile the avid reader continues to buy, buy books, taking advantage of summer offers that excite us like never before. The purchase makes compulsive reading backward jams as traffic returning from vacation in late August at the funnel exit Bologna: no one comes out more '. And here, then we believe that the holidays are not able to tackle the backlog. It would take seven lives, not one.