died two days ago the Nobel Prize for Literature José Saramago, a writer known to most people, in Italy, for having attacked, paraphrasing the Catilinarian, the Berlusconi government. The controversy, besides being a political case, have also been publishing a case because the Portuguese Nobel was not allowed to publish the book "The Notebook " with the publishing house Einaudi (Berlusconi's house) for criticism of the president of the hint: one of many metaphors, one of many images, which can represent Italy's conflict of interest. Berlusconi is not, however, I want to write, but as anyone who has had the fortune to read, even a book by Saramago, is fascinated by its narrative capacity, its ability to enter unconscious of the reader its characters.
Saramago's death, for those who met him through its pages, I hope you can forgive the psychological mechanism of projection that I am taking, is something that has taken aback, because, accustomed to its materialism, its directness, its wish tribute to the newspaper, the person with his weaknesses, accustomed to the ease with which he expressed his immense culture, while pemettendosi the habit of long sentences without commas sun, considered him to be immortal.
considered him to be immortal for the humility with which vehemently slap his certainties and doubts, considered him to be immortal because he was like a literary father, a teacher, I would, of life, which was able to convey with his stories more than a few novels or poetry, but the many parts that make up the person, the difficulty lies in putting them together, the problem is where to start. You can
from Portugal presented its all his aretratezza, raised to wealth, described in the '80s with "Journey to Portugal", or by his eccentric Iberian led him to dream in "Raft of Stone" a detachment of Spain and Portugal from the rest of Europe, we could put together the writer Saramago and the man with the words he wrote on politics in the novel "An Essay on the clarity," which harshly criticizes, through the narration, democracy, or if you prefer , like me, you can consider Saramago teacher, literary father, friend, wise to consider how very gently, with respect, now unavailable, women in every book, a love that is expressed in the newspaper to his wife Pilar, and in ' art of writing, to any woman who has described in his pages veneration for their simplicity, their beauty, with their thousand facets presentadole as only someone who does not surrender to the complication women can do, even better, because he is Saramago.
Among the many points of view from which to proceed, to put together the mosaic of human and literary laureate Saramago, L'Osservatore Romano has well thought out starting from the two cards are more visible, but also more predictable and banal idiotic because if taken to the first inevitably make the entire journey difficult, incomplete, not in a position to take advantage of the many, continuous shades of the Portuguese writer: the two pieces of atheism and communism Saramago . The
opinions, and "observer", Claudio Toscani has fun in a historical-literary (I will be I search relentlessly for originality, but a newspaper article with a chronological process is illegible), in which so easily accused , how much is the lack of references, "omnipotence (presumed)" and the ease with which Saramago, by "populist ends," spits judgments, and the Vatican propose these labels do not forget to consider, for example, the last writer's work "unacceptable", in spite of the criticism made, a few lines before, accusing the Nobel trivial to make judgments on the non-existence of god.
But as the first did not want to talk about Berlusconi, even now I do not want to limit myself to the fleas to an article prompted by fear of seeing the certainties, so well preserved between the cellulose of "compliance", questioned by a man of genius and irreverent as it is and will Saramago. What I want to emphasize is the difficulty of writing after the death of man and the Portuguese writer who has expressed so scratchy, until all'indecorso, the humanity of all its character, so also Jesus of Nazareth in "The Gospel According to Jesus Christ", and instead the inhumanity of those who accuse the Nobel pretext not to consider the massacres of Soviet communism, and also condemned the Crusades, when José Saramago this was part of that Latin-inspired group of Marxist writers who looked at with utmost respect to Ernesto Guevara and more recently the Zapatista movement, but they are kept well away from the real communism of the USSR. What inhumanity
has vibrated the pen of "L'Osservatore Romano the day after the death of Nobel Portuguese to attack the person with the obliquity of who is hiding behind a criticism of the works? How
You can have so little respect for the death of a person, even before the Nobel?
do not know what will make the drafting of "an observer" to exculpate himself of what they consideraranno the proper defense of a god at the expense of some kick to the soul of a writer who thinks he does not have her, not realizing that most violence is attribute to force a soul to an atheist, but I Saramago instead to celebrate with my crude asceticism, stifle the urge to finish the entire bibliography of Jose Sousa (real name) in a short time, however dilute the readings over time ending with the right meditation mosaic nobel following, probably to the last, the card now unobtainable , of respect towards women.
