“Love is protected by illusion; but what if this fails?” The book has the merit of having one of the best incipits ever. Very few lines capable of enclosing the essence of the protagonist, the sense of love relationships between men and women from the dawn of time to the present, the craft of the author’s life. Released from prison after serving a twelve-year prison sentence for murder, Arturo known as Bube is faced with...
“FRIDAY RE-VERSO” “What if silence one day no longer wants to be silent?” There is a language that is dying and there are only two people left to keep it alive. But these two people don’t talk to each other. It is difficult to explain the magnetic suggestion of this plot. It contains the fascination of things that are about to disappear, the enigma and the search, the power of connection and also a certain...
“Joyce has never let herself be stopped, least of all by politics.” Daughter of Guglielmo Salvadori, professor of sociology, and of Giacinta Galletti de Cadilhac, correspondent journalist of the Manchester Guardian, Beatrice Gioconda Salvadori known as Joyce in deference to her English origins, is above all a daughter of the twentieth century, a century that lives intensely in its catastrophes and little interludes of joy. She will make of her the libertarian and progressive demands...
“The passengers are recognized by the excitement that invades them.” It’s not narrative, it’s not poetry, at times it’s a real travel story but in verses that alternate with lines and images ready to show the reader what is explained by the words, as if it were possible to grasp them… It is a journey by sea, from Brindisi to Greece, and – let’s say it better – to ancient Greece, therefore not only a...
“The truth of the facts is useless and in any case it does not define that of people?” Flaiano, Rome, summer. Three evocative words that perfectly describe the book. Memories, walks, reflections that are able to make Ennio Flaiano known as an old friend, what he represented, indeed he represents, for the Italian cultural panorama. Ennio was none other than an Abruzzese transplanted to Rome at a young age, and which makes him the eternal...
“Mine has always been a family of fighters.” A book necessary for the collective memory. An isthmus of land, submerged by the ocean of ingratitude, returned visible after too many years, which connects the memory of those who sacrificed their youth, and even their lives, to those who enjoy the fruits of that sacrifice. The role of women during the civil war of 1943-1945 in Italy was soon forgotten, sometimes not even acknowledged, although honoring...
“I live like sole, on the seabed. My peers, on land: what can we say to each other?” Teresa is a forty-seven-year-old teacher, stuck in the role of daughter for too long. She lives with her parents in a village never specified, subjected to the limit of perpetual humiliation by her mother Maria, and invisible to the eyes of Alzheimer’s which affects her father Piero. An environment, family and country, which tightens the deadly embrace...
“Russia is threatening open societies on the European border.” Essay of high quality on the Russian-Ukrainian conflict. Reflections on the short to medium term on what the West can continue to do to achieve a credible and, where possible, lasting peace. The text requires a good knowledge of contemporary history, politics, geopolitics and economics in order to be appreciated, and in case you have different interpretations, to counter some issues. History is one of those...
“To change things it is necessary to look at reality from above, try to move away.” The importance and courage of making a decision without fear of having to regret it, being ready to embrace the future, and whatever may happen. Calabresi puts his experience as a journalist to good use, telling us stories of people next door who, with just one single choice, were able to change their lives, of the people they had...
“No one – it has been written – is ever all in a gesture he makes, whether good or bad.” The text recounts and reports twenty-six years of letters exchanged between the judge, author of the book, and Salvatore, a man on whose head a heavy sentence is placed: sentence never ends. A concept on which we too have hardly ever dwelt, but which deserves further study. This narration has the quality of making us...
