pickThis book melted my brain. I can't claim I fully grasped everything Campo laid out in these essays, even after multiple readings. Attention is good, imagination bad. The Gospels, (true) poetry, and fairy tales are good, realist fiction and contemporary are bad. Virtue can only be found in an ascetic, hermetic lifestyle. I'm not sure I can wholeheartedly endorse a worldview that dismisses the Renaissance as a "universal disaster", but I have...?
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To accuse the French fabulists of frivolity because they adorned their fairies with a handful of ostrich feathers is to "have sight and not perception."
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Meh. Più un insieme di ricordi e pensieri messi insieme un po' a caso che altro. L'unico personaggio che mi è stato simpatico è Eugenio, sembra che mi piaccia solo come Giordano scrive gli adolescenti ("La solitudine dei numeri primi" è uno dei miei libri preferiti e "Divorare il cielo" mi è piaciuto molto, mentre gli altri suoi libri mi hanno delusa).
pickA contemporary book, about a dark years of Italy... a masterpiece
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“Di quante cose sostanziali, minutissime, inimmaginabili ha bisogno la nostra invenzione per ridiventare quella stessa realtà da cui fu tratta, di quante fila che la riallaccino nel complicatissimo intrico della vita, fila che noi abbiamo recise per farla diventare una cosa a sé”
pickSoft pick. Montale was a poet who also wrote short prose pieces for various newspapers just before and after WWII, most of them lightly fictionalized anecdotes from his own life. This book is a compendium of those newspaper columns, which collectively form a memoir of sorts. I liked the non-linear, piecemeal structure of this, as it seems to mimic what it's like getting to know another person in real life, a series of tiny glimpses that 👇
Woke up at 2:30 because of a pesky mosquito. Now consoling myself with pancakes for breakfast and the ever-dependable Italo Calvino. Nore sure how I'm going to get through a whole day's work. I wished I didn't need sleep, just like the Nonexistent, robotic, Knight...
