I open with the Portuguese Nobel prize winner Jose Saramago, this new column in which I shall try to review every book I read, and maybe even someone I've already read.
Happy reading!
follow his characters, but not the author.
Before reading this book you be critical of this almost ninety years it's there ready to drag me away with his pen (now the keyboard) and his spirit as a kid.
If you are between the hands, "the notebook" Saramago's the idea you have, this Iberian (whether you've already read something of his or not) is a revolutionary of the old days now that his wisdom will introduce you to his ideas with accuracy, by means of a book heavy with many ideas and phrases from the infinite, but smooth and pleasing to the imagination of a skilled writer of both prose and poetry, both the real and the fantastic.
Nothing could be more wrong.
All those who read the book in Italian will be pleased, but above all the great help, to find a preface by Umberto Eco which he called "an unrepentant, irritated and tender" his introductory words. With this titoletto Eco, who knows whether consciously or unconsciously, gave us a very good key to understanding Saramago, or rather his writings.
Saramago, in my opinion, in novels always presents his characters with astonishing frankness to the point of highlighting the contradictions, all facets of the psyche and the psyche-in, until you get the amazing Men duplicate and paint the society, politics and personalities such as micro-mega oxymorons. The collection of post on his blog "The Notebook" is no exception to this Saramago oxymoron.
I forgot to say that "the notebook" is not that the collection of post on his blog and if you want even more curious stories of how the Einaudi, after having actually published all his books, has refused to publish it because the Nobel is allowed to criticize our knight and unfortunately we also know how Einaudi is part of Berlusconi's octopus. His post start a love letter to the city of Lisbon via repeatedly in the land of Palestine to angry with Israel and its policy aimed at controlling the breath must be something more: art. The Art of the Palestinian people as a condition for musical instruments at the border, and so this 88enne and militant atheist, asks in the name of what god can do these Israeli violence against Palestinians. The vengeful god of the ancient will? Know that does not exist. And here, without problems, incorrectly, takes us on an emotional wave that threatens to overwhelm, not him, because he knows how to drive, with the wisdom of the Great, his atheism, but us. He-with the irony of someone who knows the difficulty of disbelief and dismay that you feel whenever you invoke the gods, these entities exist only in people-it slams in your face kind of ideas that a world of atheists would be a world more peaceful, without any question the hypocrisy of politicians and "churches" on secularism. It calls on all of the world where sinister has happened to all the revolutionaries and admonishes, saying that "Impatience is the most revolutionary of hope", is moved to the election Obama's, but the criticism whenever it deems right, even if not desirable.
A blogger who also share in his boldest statements. So far a
Saramago that might be expected, but the best Saramago, and not a morbid taste for gossip, is that Saramago speaks of love for his wife Pilar, talks about the illness that nearly led to the death which is then born novel Journey elephant, a human Saramago by which you begin to understand how he could tell stories like The Gospel According to Jesus Christ , All names or The Stone Raft .
Read, but do not take it as an example.
If he in his infinite culture, culture in the broadest sense, writes on the page of endless internet that he was late with his friend to give him the picture, if he is afraid to walk in the streets of Naples, because he thinks ill of the Camorra if he has any illusions that Italy of Values \u200b\u200bto respond to his question "what to do with Italians?" us that we never thought about the difference between "look and see and see and observe," in which errors can come across if we let ourselves be swept away by the impropriety Saramago?
You've been warned: Before you read on the difference between reasoned look, see and observe and when the Portuguese Nobel prize winner will give his response, you will see with regret that we will miss a few pages, but for anything in the world want to miss.
Before reading this book you be critical of this almost ninety years it's there ready to drag me away with his pen (now the keyboard) and his spirit as a kid.
If you are between the hands, "the notebook" Saramago's the idea you have, this Iberian (whether you've already read something of his or not) is a revolutionary of the old days now that his wisdom will introduce you to his ideas with accuracy, by means of a book heavy with many ideas and phrases from the infinite, but smooth and pleasing to the imagination of a skilled writer of both prose and poetry, both the real and the fantastic.
Nothing could be more wrong.
All those who read the book in Italian will be pleased, but above all the great help, to find a preface by Umberto Eco which he called "an unrepentant, irritated and tender" his introductory words. With this titoletto Eco, who knows whether consciously or unconsciously, gave us a very good key to understanding Saramago, or rather his writings.
Saramago, in my opinion, in novels always presents his characters with astonishing frankness to the point of highlighting the contradictions, all facets of the psyche and the psyche-in, until you get the amazing Men duplicate and paint the society, politics and personalities such as micro-mega oxymorons. The collection of post on his blog "The Notebook" is no exception to this Saramago oxymoron.
I forgot to say that "the notebook" is not that the collection of post on his blog and if you want even more curious stories of how the Einaudi, after having actually published all his books, has refused to publish it because the Nobel is allowed to criticize our knight and unfortunately we also know how Einaudi is part of Berlusconi's octopus. His post start a love letter to the city of Lisbon via repeatedly in the land of Palestine to angry with Israel and its policy aimed at controlling the breath must be something more: art. The Art of the Palestinian people as a condition for musical instruments at the border, and so this 88enne and militant atheist, asks in the name of what god can do these Israeli violence against Palestinians. The vengeful god of the ancient will? Know that does not exist. And here, without problems, incorrectly, takes us on an emotional wave that threatens to overwhelm, not him, because he knows how to drive, with the wisdom of the Great, his atheism, but us. He-with the irony of someone who knows the difficulty of disbelief and dismay that you feel whenever you invoke the gods, these entities exist only in people-it slams in your face kind of ideas that a world of atheists would be a world more peaceful, without any question the hypocrisy of politicians and "churches" on secularism. It calls on all of the world where sinister has happened to all the revolutionaries and admonishes, saying that "Impatience is the most revolutionary of hope", is moved to the election Obama's, but the criticism whenever it deems right, even if not desirable.
A blogger who also share in his boldest statements. So far a
Saramago that might be expected, but the best Saramago, and not a morbid taste for gossip, is that Saramago speaks of love for his wife Pilar, talks about the illness that nearly led to the death which is then born novel Journey elephant, a human Saramago by which you begin to understand how he could tell stories like The Gospel According to Jesus Christ , All names or The Stone Raft .
Read, but do not take it as an example.
If he in his infinite culture, culture in the broadest sense, writes on the page of endless internet that he was late with his friend to give him the picture, if he is afraid to walk in the streets of Naples, because he thinks ill of the Camorra if he has any illusions that Italy of Values \u200b\u200bto respond to his question "what to do with Italians?" us that we never thought about the difference between "look and see and see and observe," in which errors can come across if we let ourselves be swept away by the impropriety Saramago?
You've been warned: Before you read on the difference between reasoned look, see and observe and when the Portuguese Nobel prize winner will give his response, you will see with regret that we will miss a few pages, but for anything in the world want to miss.
Alberto Spatola
