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Romain Gary, La vita davanti a sé

something and I knew I had read something of Romain Gary, but nothing of this novel. I am therefore very grateful to my friend Daniel made me understand that because it is great, and above all a pleasure to read with unforgettable characters and brilliant writing in the return point of view of a streetwise kid so much as a candidate, the disenchanted as capable of tenderness. Released nel 1975, si svolge nella stessa Belleville che diventerà famosa nei romanzi di Pennac (ma Pennac dov'è finito? completamente passato di moda con l'ondata di paura e xenofobia che spazza tanto la Francia quanto l'Italia? davvero non lo merita, anche se dopo il debordante pateracchio Messieur Malaussène non solo più riuscita a leggerlo) e mette in campo un io narrante di nome Mohammed detto Momò, di anni dieci ma forse quattordici, figlio di una puttana mussulmana che l'ha messo a pensione da Madame Rosa (ma forse no) e poi l'ha dimenticato. Madame Rosa è una vecchia ex puttana ebrea, scampata a Auschwitz, grassissima, malata e un po' disgustosa, che tiene in casa un numero variabile di ragazzini, tutti children of prostitutes who can not keep them because when a woman is forced to make life, not entitled to have the parental authority is the prostitution that takes . Thus says Momo, who listens to everything I say and repeat it with great candor his mercilessly. Momo is growing among the other children, Banana who is always cheerful, Moise little jew, his old friend Mr. Hamil who teaches Arabic and the Koran, Madame Lola's generous transvestite who beats the Bois de Boulogne, Mr N 'From the Amédée prossineta , and everyone he meets on the street. His dark node is the abandonment, lack of the mother, but you would get an eye rather than admit it. How you would get a look before accepting the desperate love that binds him to Madame Rosa. Wandering down the street sneaks, sudden events with her umbrella humanized Arthur, talks with the street prostitutes who cuddle and give gifts, we choose parents of choice and follows them to see where they live. When Madame Rosa is definitely sick, this whole world is mobilized to help the excluded, the Jew Dr. Katz brothers Waloumba to blacks, but things fall and the last, frenetic chapters drama leaves us open-mouthed, shocked and moved. Because this novel is about loneliness and sorrow, solidarity and exclusion, fear that never disappears and death, heat and pain and love, but does so lightly, with a tenderness so full of shame, which in the end only fully reflected. Meanwhile, we also laughed and smiled, without being smeared for doing good nor excessive optimism of the will (to Pennac, for instance) and what remains is good humor, and love for life. And the unforgettable voice of Momo.
Excellent translation of John Bogle.

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Scarlett Thomas, Il nostro tragico universo

I wish you could see this book, and even touching, black and gold, padded cover, cut the pages black. 381 pages. The inside of the cover, both the beginning and end, covered with reviews taken from Italian newspapers e inglesi scritti in un carattere fantasioso, bianco su nero. Direte, come si fa a comprare un libro simile vedendolo in libreria? Il fatto è che io non l'ho scelto su un bancone, ma l'ho ordinato dopo avere letto una recensione su la repubblicaCult, le pagine del sabato che parlano di cultura appunto, o comunque non parlano di bunga bunga né di Avetrano. Non mi capita sovente di correre in libreria dopo aver letto una recensione, magari due volte l'anno, e neanche tutti gli anni. La recensione positiva mi aveva molto incuriosita, e mi era parso anche di capire che la struttura del romanzo avesse qualcosa in comune con una cosa cui sto lavorando, quindi ero doppiamente ansiosa di averlo tra le mani. Quando l'ho visto ho capito che c'era qualcosa che non andava, ma ormai non potevo più tirarmi indietro. Per togliermi il dente l'ho fatto passare davanti a tutti i libri in attesa, e l'ho cominciato subito. Stamattina l'ho finito.
Allora. Inghilterra, Dartmouth in Devon, giorni nostri. L'io narrante è Meg, trentottenne scrittrice di romanzi di genere per una casa editrice per la quale tiene anche seminari di scrittura creativa per una collana per adolescenti, e recensisce libri scientifici. Alle prese da anni con un romanzo mainstream che continua a cancellare, convivente scontenta con Christopher, squattrinata cronica, padrona della cagna B, asmatica abitante di una casa umida e fredda. Con amici vari, intellettuali scombinati in età, giovani negozianti scombinate, famiglia del moroso messed up, aspiring writers scombinatissimi. Rational, he teaches his students to write to find scientific explanations for every unexplained event that put it in their novels because they must give teenagers positive visions and soothing.
Meg receives a book to review, a tome that contains a theory of the universe that I did not understand (and I have a little 'skipped) but in fact says that we are all eternal, this is the second world after the omega point is that orgasm as a universal and we are all heroes but who eats pizza on the sofa watching TV, and we are also magicians and more. Meg surprising, moreover it is not true that the book put it in the office editor, who saw it as a great problem, but my problem is not , as the poet would say. Okay '. I went ahead to read all 381 pages by jumping only a few talk about writing (I did not understand the theory of history without history), the tarot, the socks knitted on alternative theories of the universe, on a résumé of cosmic dance of Shiva, etc. etc.. Nothing happens throughout the novel except the defaulting Meg spring and damp house, and goes to stay in a cottage on the beach. It requests the Universe readily satisfied, and the sea that responds to drum beater. Eventually something happens but maybe not, the story does not say. Meg remains skeptical and rational, but be aware that the 38th grade Hermit Tarot, she realizes that making requests to the universe has created a beast, and goes on to make socks. There are also some stories and some zen jokes (one, two lunatics in the asylum, is thrown into a swimming pool, the more it saves. The Director will call the crazy. I have good news and bad: good is that she is apparently healed and resign, the other that his friend has tried again and hanged himself. Oh no, says the fool, it was not hanged, it's me that I have stretched out to dry. Carina not?)
not do you think I wanted to be smart, or we must have made mine. The story is this. Meanwhile, I read with great pleasure to have, apart from the jump page, following the protagonist in his lunghe passeggiate sulla spiaggia con B, soste al pub, pomeriggi di maglia davanti al fuoco, gran bevute di vino, birra e qualsiasi altra cosa (ma niente droghe né sigarette e dieta vegetariano-vegana), chiacchiere su rapporti amorosi e sessuali, matrimoniali e extra, vagheggiamenti per un uomo anzianotto ma attraente, letture, altre passeggiate, altri pub. Poco altro, forse una lancia spezzata a favore dei rapporti tra donne giovani e uomini anziani che pare, in Inghilterra scandalizzano di più dei rapporti tra donne anziani e giovani giovanotti. Ma si sa che gli inglesi sono sempre stati all'avanguardia.
Boh. Sinceramente, mi piacerebbe proprio molto che qualcuno che ha letto il romanzo mi aiutasse a capire. E' certamente un libro piuttosto sophisticated, very well written (and well translated by Carla De Caro, but he could do one more and call sforzetto in what she called the Channel Channel, and what he calls Con Magician, Hanged Man, and what he calls Hangman, but in short, are small things) even if long-winded and full of dialogues verbosissimi, ambitious, complex, and for an audience evolved. But what he says, to this audience, I do not know.