“Profumo d’Irlanda”

Rizzoli & Isles sa di casa, sa di domenica sera con la famiglia davanti al camino (ad averlo!), di allegria e chiacchiere in sottofondo.

L’Irlanda della sigla viene spiegata dalle origini della famiglia Rizzoli: padre idraulico, madre casalinga, tre figli di cui due poliziotti e un mezzo criminale, emigrati qualche generazione prima ma che ancora tengono alte le tradizioni, e credo sia giusto da parte nostra approcciarci nel modo migliore, preparando un piatto tipico: lo stufato alla birra*!

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Qualche inverno fa, raccolta con l’intera famiglia attorno alla tavola in una domenica a cena, indecisi se mangiare qualcosa o accontentarsi delle 14 portate del pranzo, la mia attenzione viene richiamata da una strana musica di sottofondo. Una melodia tipicamente irlandese, che mette subito allegria e buonumore e voglia di Guinnes[1].

È I’m Shipping Up to Boston, dice Shazam[2], e sta introducendo una nuova serie tv crime, che da allora è rimasta una delle poche serie che seguo in italiano con tutta la famiglia, “Rizzoli & Isles”.

Protagoniste sono due donne molto diverse fra loro Maura Isles– medico legale interpretato da Sasha Alexander, e Jane Rizzoli detective della omicidi alla quale presta il volto la sempre giovane Angie Harmon (provate a guardarla in “Law & Order” o “Il club degli omicidi”, non è invecchiata di un giorno!).

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“Who is the number 67?”

“Shutter Island”[1], by Dennis Lehane, edited in Italy with the ambiguous name of “The island of fear”, ambiguous because with this title, I would have expected a classic horror. Instead, it is a captivating psychological thriller, 345 pages of novel, set on Shutter Island as revelead by the title, a mysterious island reachable just by a ferryboat that doesn’t even have precise schedules. A former prison, now home to a criminal psychiatric sanatorium.

Actually, thinking about it, the island is quite frightening!

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Today,

 surrounded by an autumn storm, I’ve decidedto talk about a book that could be the symbol of the psychological thriller, a novel that holds on its toes, confuses, puts anxiety and fear such as “and if it happened to me?” but at the same time reassures for the remote era in which it is set, for the distance with the reality “it would never happen to me”.

You must probably know the movie that was made out of it, but I promise that reading the book, while  sitting on the armchair, is much worth I’m talking about “Shutter Island”[1], by Dennis Lehane, edited in Italy with the ambiguous name of “The island of fear”, ambiguous because with this title, I would have expected a classic horror. Instead, it is a captivating psychological thriller, 345 pages of novel, set on Shutter Island as revelead by the…

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“Down in the mind”

The novel’s title refers to the song “All around the town” that the protagonist feels come from a music box in his period of kidnapping, but also an ambiguous meaning because as we said, people who suffer from DDPM (Multiple Personality Disorder ) are not always aware of their actions and go “around the city” unconscious and lost.

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“Sarah Kinmount: <<What? >>
Justin Donnelly: <<There’s nothing to be afraid of. In fact, it’s quite remarkable. A child powerless against abuse often creates other personalities or alters to survive the trauma.>> [1]

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The phenomenon of multiple personality has always fascinated and frightened me, the idea that a person can “host” various and numerous individuality (from two to twelve doctors say), of which the main one is usuallyunaware of the others, it is disturbing and at the same time a great artistic resource.

By playwriter the idea of writing a character that has within it different personalities is tempting and for an actor would be an incredible challenge, play twelve roles in one, can you image?

giphy2But whereas for writers or poets it can be a creative inspiration, at the same time we must not forget that it is a serious disease!

The ways in which this mental activity…

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“The girlS on the train”

“it’s as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in my face, the way I hold myself, the way I move.” [1]

Unfortunately, I can’t go into hibernation and follow the advice of Green Day[2] to the letter, so you have to face it in the best way.

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tumblr_maol8eolpc1r7ou24o1_500Septemberis a strange month, it is the ninth of the calendar year, however, it is a month of beginning. The school starts in September, the work after the holidays starts again in September, the new projects, the diets, the sport, the exams, the medical visits, the tv series! Everything seems to have entered forcefully in this month of thirty days in which we say goodbye to the Summer and we must resign ourselves about the shortening of the days.

I never liked September.

It has always seemed a month – trick to me: it rains with the sun, you do not know how to dress, all the holiday destinations cost less but you do not have time to go there, it gives hopes and then it immediately takes them back.

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“The snow does not care…”

In Rome it does not happen often, and in those rare occasions when it falls, unfortunately it is a big problem because the city gets paralyzed.

But when it happens it is an extraordinary sight, an example of how nature is amazing.

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tumblr_n8opg8pmkr1t19jpho1_500Winter is a strange seasonwhich lasts exactly like all the others but it seems longer, it might be for the cold, because we mount up so many commitments, because the days are shorter and you are likely to leave the house when it’s dark and returning after dark.

The sky is dark, blue-grey, the streets are busy, parks are empty if we not count some unfortunate person who has no other place to go.

But there is a moment when everything disappears, everything seems muffled and beautiful, almost magical: when it snows.

tumblr_nxk7a30sjs1u5121zo1_500In Rome it does not happen often, and in those rare occasions when it falls, unfortunately it is a big problem because the city gets paralyzed.

But when it happens it is an extraordinary sight, an example of how nature is amazing.

In meteorology the snow is a configuration of atmospheric precipitation in the form of crystalline water…

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“La Primavera del Giglio”

Molto prima che diventassi una tvseries-addicted e una appassionata della serialità in generale, ero pur sempre una bookaholic, perciò non vi sarà difficile capire che le saghe sono sempre state un genere di primaria importanza per me. Il poter accompagnare i personaggi per molto più che un solo romanzo, era un regalo e un privilegio … Continua a leggere “La Primavera del Giglio”

“Scent of Ireland”

https://youtu.be/AtpI8Xy2gLM   A few winters ago, on a Sunday get together with the whole family around the table for dinner, whether unsure to eat something or settle for the 14 courses of lunch, my attention was recalled by a strange background music. A characteristically Irish melody, which immediately puts joy and good humour and desire … Continua a leggere “Scent of Ireland”

“Un difetto necessario”

«Un libro straordinariamente intelligente, divertente e trascinante, che ti riconcilia con te stesso e le tue capacità. Ho acquistato e distribuito parecchie copie ai miei amici. È certamente uno dei libri più profondi che abbia letto da molti anni a questa parte.»   Dopo una recensione del genere da parte di Bill Gates come potevo … Continua a leggere “Un difetto necessario”

“Braggot, Rain and Magic”

The first Fall’s rain after the Summer is like a shattered mirror, reflecting every little emotion, from the relief of the first fresh air to melancholy for the sunny days we leave behind. From the horror of the shrinking hours, to the comfort of a season full of prospects. It is the season of grapes, … Continua a leggere “Braggot, Rain and Magic”

“The best thing I could learn”

From school I learned that what you really learn are not the times tables or important dates but being with people you do not know and you really care about too little (or too much); From tales I learned that there are bad guys but you can boycott them; From volleyball I learned that the … Continua a leggere “The best thing I could learn”