Post by account_disabled on Dec 25, 2023 18:51:28 GMT -12
I just returned from the small and medium-sized publishing fair, Più libri, liberi , bringing home some printed paper, as always every year. Compared to last year I didn't seem to find much new. But it was nice to be able to walk among so many books. I entered with a couple of minutes left before opening, and so I wandered in paper silence through semi-deserted aisles. Then the fair began to fill up, people of all ages and entire school groups crowded around the various stands, peeking, reading, buying. It was a morning well spent.
I wondered how many, among all those students forced there by the teachers, were really interested in reading a book, in discovering new literature. Then I heard three little girls struggling to find the biography of the vampire protagonist of the film on the Twilight saga, that Special Data lanky guy, pale as a corpse, with two bags under his eyes who really looks like the undead. And then I had my answer. After all, it takes a lot of talent to write the biography of an actor in his early twenties, so that too, I suppose, is literature. I spotted and purchased four books: Once Upon a Time in New York by Luc Sante. History and legend of the slums. The city between the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, the scenarios and life of immigrants and policemen, of poor people and criminals.
A topic that has always fascinated me. Virginia and the Monster Men by Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Frankenstein adventure, a dangerous and inconceivable experiment. I always like Burroughs, I devoured the Tarzan and Carter of Mars novels. “Smoke” Bellew by Jack London. History of a nickname in the Klondike. Stories about the gold rush, by an author you must read. The writer who declared war on adjectives. I need to read it more often, because there are more adjectives than concepts in my stories. The Fallacy of Creation by Jack London. The Last Adventures of “Smoke” Bellew. New stories about the character, in a book enriched with black and white vintage photographs.
I wondered how many, among all those students forced there by the teachers, were really interested in reading a book, in discovering new literature. Then I heard three little girls struggling to find the biography of the vampire protagonist of the film on the Twilight saga, that Special Data lanky guy, pale as a corpse, with two bags under his eyes who really looks like the undead. And then I had my answer. After all, it takes a lot of talent to write the biography of an actor in his early twenties, so that too, I suppose, is literature. I spotted and purchased four books: Once Upon a Time in New York by Luc Sante. History and legend of the slums. The city between the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, the scenarios and life of immigrants and policemen, of poor people and criminals.
A topic that has always fascinated me. Virginia and the Monster Men by Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Frankenstein adventure, a dangerous and inconceivable experiment. I always like Burroughs, I devoured the Tarzan and Carter of Mars novels. “Smoke” Bellew by Jack London. History of a nickname in the Klondike. Stories about the gold rush, by an author you must read. The writer who declared war on adjectives. I need to read it more often, because there are more adjectives than concepts in my stories. The Fallacy of Creation by Jack London. The Last Adventures of “Smoke” Bellew. New stories about the character, in a book enriched with black and white vintage photographs.