Yesterday I did not feel too well - probably I was too tired of an extreme weekend, and I spent my time lying in bed reading. I finished I peggiori racconti dei fratelli Grim, an amazing surrealistic epistolar novel, in which two scholars dispute about the impact of the Grim's brother on South-America culture. It's a pearl of humor and imagination, and it is the proof that there is a Chilean literature besides Isabel Allende.
In Tre storie d'amore, di Montalban, Pepe Carvalho is confronted with the different shapes of love: an old love, a passionate love, and the absence of love. In all cases, the extreme and pure consequence of love is murder, murders to be solved passively. That's maybe why Pepe prefers cooking to loving, and lighting up his chimney with books.
2 comments:
Good for you, Giuseppe, because I am much less lucky with my choice of books lately. I finished the story of Russia scientist who while searching for meaning of life found it in the life of homeless (found a stupid, borring, not a bit phylosophical, as pretends to be); I am in the middle of Nobel price winner book by Turkish author O.Pamuk about another crazy who lost his wife and finally mind, I guess - I think I break my rule here not giving up the books I started; and today killed by boredom I turned back to "Boredom" of Moravia trying to search for luck there. I am not too entusiastic though.
Natalia
Daniel Pennac has written down the 10 commandaments for the reader:
1. The right not to read.
2. The right to skip pages.
3. The right to not finish.
4. The right to reread.
5. The right to read anything.
6. The right to escapism.
7. The right to read anywhere.
8. The right to browse.
9. The right to read out loud.
10. The right to not defend your tastes
Number 3 is what you used. I must admit I tend to read the books anyway. Lately, I have applied rule 3 to "Alice in wonderland". BOOOORRING.
In the other ends, I prefer an exciting life and a boring book as opposed to a exciting book and a boring life.
Giuseppe
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