Books and Other Pleasures

“The World Emerged from FANTASY”

It is a captivating trilogy capable of involving at any age, in a different way. We became so enthusiastic and attached to Troisi’s way of writing that we subsequently also read “Legends” and “Wars” always linked to the Emerged World, with equally strong and intelligent protagonists. And with plots that are not at all obvious, and above all a happy ending not always achieved.

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August 2005, I just finished high school, what will it be like to give a gift ???
It’s my brother’s birthday again, how could this happen? Oh yes that’s right, it’s an anniversary, or a recurrence that falls every year, and every time I don’t know what to give him.
No, not right now. To date I have an endless list of gifts that I know for sure he will like him, but that fatal year my brother was in the height of adolescence, that is, that period in which “everything sucks, you all suck, that’s disgust”, so understand what could make him “a little less disgusting” was not easy …

Books.

I have no other choice. Although home libraries are about to burst it is really the only thing with which I have an attempt not to see the expression of someone who has just eaten a rotten lemon…

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Books and Other Pleasures

“The Granma ‘Fried Green Tomatoes’ “

Every time I reread it, I return to grandmother’s stairs with the scent of her kitchen, with the voices of my mother and her sisters who argument about how much salt is needed here and how much time the bread should be left on the oven to rise

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Eating Gif 6 - New emojis, gif, stickers for free at 123emoji.comWhen my grandparents were still healthy, my brother, my parents and I used to drive on the highway at least one weekend a month to visit them. Each time the welcome was what I imagine is reserved to the royals, a banquet with lots of food to feed the army, which however punctually disappeared within a few hours.

Grandma despite being one of those women of other times who does not waste time in kisses and hugs had her very personal way of showing us the infinite love she had for us: preparing pizza in a wood oven.
Lots of pizza.
She served it hot, a moment ago baked, and left us free to play in every part of the house and patio.
I imagine the sadness of those grandchildren who will find tofu and quinoa banquets in the future, considering the new vegan fashion … which I hope will…

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“Year of the Lord 1553_ Three Women, One Destiny”

Wish lists should be mandatory, especially for those with complicated tastes.
In my 2007 wish list there was “The Queen’s fool”, written by Philippa Gregory.

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In Rome the name-days are not very popular, except for the major saints; but having both parents from the South of Italy, this anniversary was celebrated for years. Now, I have always been convinced that my mother created the date so as not to make me feel different from my cousins, with their traditional names well imprinted on the calendar, while I, Gioia, never had my Saint. Not that I ever cared, but considering that it is an extra gift during the year … why not?

“I have seen sights and travelled in countries you cannot imagine. I have been afraid and I have been in danger, and I have never for one moment thought that I would throw myself at at a man for his help.”
Philippa Gregory,The Queen’s Fool

The presumed date is March 13, Saint Euphrasia (which seems to mean joy in some languages).
Technically…

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Books and Other Pleasures

“To write is a dangerous job”

When the winter storm subsided at 4 in the morning, I was only a few pages away from the conclusion. <> I wondered. I remember collapsing with the book in my hands, having had troubled dreams and that when I woke-up I had decided never to read such books again.

I finished it the next night, and didn’t keep my promise, I read about it, thriller, noir, horror; but still today Anne Walkes remains one of the most chilling women who come to visit my nights from time to time.

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It’s Winter, full night, the sky has decided to come down in buckets while lightning and thunder are breaking down. A sudden drop in current almost makes me scream, I can barely keep from running into my parents’ bed as I did as a child. But it is certainly not the storm that terrifies me, it is the book that I am reading in one breath in the weak light of the lightshade in the grandparents’ house that creaks and rasps and already makes me anxious. I started the book a few hours earlier, but I can’t get away from it, despite the cold, the sleep, the anguish that is rising up page after page.

I had already read Stephen King’s novels, but usually given the eternal description of every detail, even the most useless, I never found myself anxious  Not even when I read IT, except in a couple…

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“A Melancholy Kite”

The French writer Victor Hugo wrote of melancholy which is “the joy of feeling sad”. It could be defined as the desire, at the bottom of the soul, for something that one has never had, but which one agonizingly misses.

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The French writer Victor Hugo wrote of melancholy which is “the joy of feeling sad”. It could be defined as the desire, at the bottom of the soul, for something that one has never had, but which one agonizingly misses.

“She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy, Dr. Rasul. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.”[1]

There was an Autumn in which I didn’t feel very well, I didn’t have time to recover from one flu that I was having another.

It happens to everyone sooner or later in life, it’s nothing to worry about. It becomes, however, if it is the Autumn of the last year of high school, in which all the professors rage and terrify you…

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A Dip in the Classics

Classics: “The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde”

But is it really that simple?
Is the good / bad distinction really that clear?

And does a good action make a person a good one?
And a bad act, does it inevitably make that individual evil?

I disagree. I think that even in the kindest of human beings there is an ounce of badness and that even in the most dangerous of villains, there is a hint of goodness.

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“I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both.”[1]

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We all have a dual nature within. A more animalistic, instinctive, ferocious, irrational part; gift of our ancestors, of our evolution. It is a trained part, more docile, rational, civilized; skill of progress and self-proclaimed social-animal.

Usually the two parties coexist peacefully, and depending on the needs one or the other prevails. Always moderate. Always interconnected.

It happens sometimes, however, that due to the mysterious effects of our human chemistry, of occasions, of chance, one of the two comes to the surface more than the other. Overpoweringly it looks out and invades the other without any limitation.

If what we call “the good side” takes…

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“A Long Summer with « My Brilliant Friend» “

Summer is still far away, although the first days of intense heat are coming – even if go together with three or four days of rain and cold. – But, by booking now, perhaps, a trip to the Sorrento’s coast will not cost you a fortune.

There is something magical in the scent of lemons at sunset.

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Have you ever been to Sorrento in July? with the scent of lemon that spreads everywhere, it mixes with the sea, with fish, with the fried food of street vendors, with freshly baked biscuits.

Have you ever been on one of the wonderful terraces looking at the Golfo, sipping limoncello * and enjoying mozzarella in carrozza[1] or other specialties?

No?

What are you waiting for?

Life is one and some whim must be satisfied!

Summer is still far away, although the first days of intense heat are coming – even if go together with three or four days of rain and cold. – But, by booking now, perhaps, a trip to the Sorrento’s coast will not cost you a fortune.

There is something magical in the scent of lemons at sunset.

Or maybe it’s simply the idea of a holiday, of relaxation, which I don’t see on the horizon…

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“Holi, Spices and Magic”

It was Spring – Spring is especially felt in India, the traditional Holi festival, known as the “Festival of Colours”, is held. Hundreds of people overflow into the streets and throw coloured powders at each other until they cover everything with bright colours made from flower petals.

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A few years ago, with my friend Ilaria, we used to exchange books – a practice that you can only do with whom you really trust a lot, and which I no longer use today. –
Usually every two weeks. They cost so much and we only had pocket money available, so lend us the books was the only way to be able to read more.

In one of these exchanges, I gave her “The Mists of Avalon” to read, and she lent me Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s “Mistress of Spices” a novel with an exotic and mysterious air.

Magic was the common denominator.

But while the novel of Zimmer Bradley had a classical mythology, this is the tradition of Indian mythology.

The story of Tilo, the protagonist, is not obvious. From a heavy childhood and a somewhat proud character since childhood, she arrives on an island hidden from…

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A Dip in the Classics

Classics: “Pride & Prejudice”

Austen is considered one of the first to tell about the condition of women and the difficulties she encounters in wanting to be free from the usual patterns, the first to incriminate the fact that knowledge was exclusively male prerogative and how marriage was the only beach assigned to women to have respect and a certain self-sufficiency.

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“Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.”[1]

I have never been a big fan of love stories, but when, for school reasons, I had to read “Pride & Prejudice”, I changed my mind, not all the “pink” genre is to be discarded. There are stories that go far beyond simple sentimentality, that get inside, that transmit us so much that we want to reread them.

And so, it was with Austen’s novel, which I reread over and over until I could almost recite it from memory. Love stories are usually almost always the afflictions of little girls, attempts at emotional pornography when compared to the social anthropology that Austen develops novel after novel.

For two hundred years…

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“The Fitzek’s Therapy (with Chocolate)”

if you want a relaxing and sweet novel, you can stop reading this post, because Therapy is exactly the opposite, it is one of those books that insinuate themselves in the mind even during the day, and that start to show you strange things.
Maybe I loved it because of this (in)natural skill to make itself real despite the plot was going to complicate more and more towards the unreal.

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My friends and I for some years have got into the habit of making a “wish list” for the birthday and for Christmas, in order to be sure to make and receive only what we like, but above all to not collect spares.
In my 2016 list there was a book that I am very, very happy to have received: “Therapy” by Sebastian Fitzek.

I’m only asking for five minutes and then you can tell me to my face.’
‘Tell you what?’
‘Whether or not you’re interested in my case.’
‘I don’t have time for patients,’ he said weakly. ‘Please, just go.’
‘I will go, I promise, but I want you to hear my story. It’ll only take five minutes, and you won’t regret a single second.’[1]


I immediately felt attracted by the title, having always been interested in psycho-thrillers and having been in abstinence from the…

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