The frame was not the best to enjoy it, but we are satisfied.
Paolo Nori the feast of the PD is a nice present, so the invitation to unnecessary criticism: I would describe my eyes caught the few spectators to dispel any doubt as to interest or effectiveness.
Nori is an incredible storyteller. Quality rare, very rare, that you can not buy or grow with time or there, or people will not listen, yawns, gets lost in his thoughts and who we have seen, we have seen.
True, there are and there will always be good on paper writers struggle to express themselves in public (the famous case of Calvin ) I do not do guilt. But I think it is true that today one of the rarest qualities, and therefore themselves valuable, is to be able to reach the widest possible audience, I ask the media to make themselves heard, and above all, to tell without being influenced by the context.
The presentation of the new book, The Malcontenti , halfway between public reading and acting, is spun smooth for a good hour, dragged Parmesan funny accent and of chanting Nori, who says that the book was born, the point of view of various characters, experiences really happened, the Bologna where he lives, the thoughts of the characters, all in a single stream of (un) consciousness in which real and fictional reinforce each other.
not want to tell you the book, nor the bald Nori, nor of the people. I rather talk about an idea that struck me more than others - indeed, to think of it I do not know whether his or her character: it would be important to know, because the writers do not share - almost - never the ideas of beings of their paper.
The reasoning is simple, character generation. Like all the talk about the passage of time, fascinates the public, since it seems to raise the daily discourse, the mean event every day at the historical dimension, the ennobling of character.
Carry almost verbatim:
" who was born in the 20s and 40s through years in his twenties, he had to fight because they needed arms to defend nation. Who was born in the 30s through years 50 and she was twenty, he had to work, because there was to rebuild the nation. Who was born in the 40s and 60s through years was twenty, he had to work because there was an economic boom and you could not not work. Who was born through years '50 and '70 through years was twenty, he had to protest because the way in which it was rebuilt, the nation did not go over well. Finally, those born in the '60s and '80s in his twenties, did not have to suffer to work, because there was already ready to work, or protest, that all was well in short, should not break too the Maronites. * "
[* This calculation was included in a broader context, which I shamefully forgot to mention: the argument was that the despair is not only a negative force, but can become the engine for improving living conditions.]
Why then should necessarily be taken in relation to two decades of a person as if those were the most important, is not given to know; but the discussion is certainly interesting.
As usual, I immediately reflected the topic for my generation, those born in the 90s, and had twenty years in the '10s, as will be remembered?
is here to try to rebuild a sense of the last 10-20 years, huge task for the very reason that the time has not yet passed, as it is stuck on me and we can not fully comprehend .
However, you can isolate the important dates, events that have certainly affected the lives of all in their twenties today.
must remember the fall of the Twin Towers ( the greatest work of art in history , "according to Stockhausen ): we were kids, it's true, but not enough to ignore the absurd historical significance of the event. Some have mistaken the true with the first dummy, you thought those images result of a visionary director, but this is an epiphenomenon related to the spectacle of the world (how can we forget the poor Truman trapped in her gilded cage), and the movement of History.
The transition from lira to 'Euro , the hateful arithmetic problems on the exchange, which were taught in elementary school for " prepare children for the future" - as if knowing the value of money to make sure then they came, the magic number 1936, 27 - and parents who told us simply, " all costs twice as much! "
The rise of Internet this time our years really too small to understand it fully, attested to us from sites that became more beautiful and colorful, and Prof. . said " not downloaded from the internet! , "the school that reinvents a closet in the hot" computer room "and by the rapid and disastrous visits to breath on" porn sites ".
The outbreak of the so-called Second Gulf War, the invasion of first Afghanistan and then Iraq, in those distant lands they occupied in the imagination of most desert areas and insignificant. The bearded face of Osama bin Laden , of \u200b\u200bwhich we find the name written on the pens at school (!) And snout of Saddam Hussein.
The spread of terrorism, first in America, then Spain, then in England: the fear of intercontinental air and the faces, the constant fear of the explosive charge, the suspicion of the different, and different religions.
The G8 summit in Genoa , bloody faces, beatings, Giuliani.
Fear incurable diseases, great-grandchildren of the Black Death, which would come sweeping away the entire human civilization now SARS and now avian flu, and now the fever, and now the H1N1 - and never arrived.
The endless war in Israel, the conflict par excellence, the haggard faces of the Palestinians after white phosphorus, the young Jews and lost on tanks, ready to fire on their classmates; Arafat's death , he who seemed never to die.
The collapse of political ideals, which began with the Wall and continued in Italy with clean hands, or Tangentopoli , more complicated version of Monopoly and boring, at least for the children.
The scaremongering ecological, global warming, CFCs, melting glaciers, rising sea level, the catastrophe of the "day after tomorrow", the wait agonizing final Armageddon and its first in countless Umbria, then in Indonesia, New Orleans, in the Abruzzo region and Haiti.
The martyrs of the mafia , Falcone, Borsellino, on the one hand, and the foul connivance of governments, the intrigues, the complete amorality of any political party.
Berlusconi's face that since we have memory continues to rule our country, like a big brother ridanciano and jokes - and the rise of the League , these strange beings green and fats that saying bad words on television.
The death of Pope , his funeral, almost instinctive hatred of the poor (so to speak) and of course, Ratzinger issued raised in the audience ("That German? Pope?! Oh my Lord! "summons to the memory of my grandmother, pious and faithful volunteer in Santa Teresa.)
Obama, the first president American black. " does not last two months, the shoot first ."
E Veltroni who steals the slogan: "Yes we can . Then we realized that we could not do.
And then? Those born in the '90s, marked from birth to the endless economic crises, the collapse of the superpower and the American dream, the death of politics, global terrorism, the insecurity?
Those who had twenty years in the '10s the beginning of a century born black, without many prospects for the future, yet young already disillusioned and cynical as their fifties, listless, convinced of the futility of everything around them, but no skeptical questions?
seems to live the tragicomic second fall of a revived positivism: no confidence for the future is the same, the same certainty of progress and endless improvement collapsing.
Perhaps, those born in the 90s, and had twenty years in the '10s, the only thing he could do, was to live his life without illusions - without believing in it .
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