L'altra sera alla libreria Giufà a San Lorenzo i tipi di Minimum fax hanno organizzato l'incontro con uno dei miei scrittori preferelli. Rick Moody. E' uscito il suo nuovo libro (Tre vite) appunto. Abbandonando la didascalia sfrenata diciamo che è stata one of those nights when you realize that the readings make sense if someone has things to say.
Moody is a great writer and his stories speak grinding and stuttering issues of things (I like it) There were various types of human beings. The Stancanelli in our country with his faithful dog in tow, I had already seen the most Lian 'times, now we are friends (with the dog of course). And then, Zadie Smith, who acted as introducer of the writer in New York. Zadie lives in our city with her husband (also a novelist, that Nick Laird, an Irishman from the colored pens that I recommend "The band of coffins" because it is the only released in Italy at our beliefs), returning to the words said by Moody I can think of things.
when he spoke of human pledged to have a drink so they do not realize that most 'metaphors. I believe that an effective and devastating description of what is happening here and now.
With that hat on his head, his voice breaking from the vocal cords yellowing of New York's ride with all the phonemes that concern, Rick Moody Cheever described as a more 'cerebral Swift a more' tied to reality, splashed a little less However, by Kurt Vonnegut. It was otherwise too. They talk about the role of the American novelist (and increasingly 'the New Yorker) post Sept. 11. It is said that the perfect novel on the subject has not yet been written, but the extreme romantic symbolic Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close) and those of Ken Kalfus more 'visionary salsa Cassavetes (One particular state of disorder) I have talked about how literature can deal with the tragic events and return the form of metaphor. So in those cases any drink could be lethal. You end up talking about life with irony that is perhaps the towers. Coming down 'with a crash. It is said that the ambiguity is necessary to writing. And I agree on everything. Moody's is also on the usual question of the guy with the cigar and Havana (still allowed to move freely) about 45, handsome alleged that I can imagine reading all the reviews, and then set the application background with the typical "I know things and are here just for me to say how much I look good "and Moody answered" yes ".
But now risen. Take a drink if you do not understand the metaphor.
So I set foot on the most 'of the island, set foot in the same place where the Italians, the same spot where they set foot on the Irish, the same spot where they set foot on Puerto Ricans, and now before us, because as long as they are rubble I do not care what's hot, we went inside, and as a desert sand and glass, glass in a landfill reduced by the flames, and I hear the voices, but now it's been a while, all those voices, layered one on top in their one hundred and fifty different languages, I can not distinguish none of this they say, I just say: Hey, it's about time someone listens to us. "
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