How hard is it to get rid of useless books? Each writer is flooded with unwanted books: the press are ruthless in terms of shipments not targeted, and the authors are their own worse, do not care costs. So the other morning I decided to ethnic cleansing, having an idea of \u200b\u200bsalvation, because the bins are sifted from home every night by groups of Gypsies recyclers, let's find to read, I thought. But it is trying to box books for gypsies that I discovered how beautiful the titolistica commercial successful and even more if unsuccessful. You open up worlds unknown and without even having to go beyond the cover. The victims, for example, do not count, but do not count are numbered, and as in real life than the killers. Among them, only in recent years, was released The fourth victim of a certain Emily Seddon, The fifth victim of a certain Antonio Invernici, The seventh victim of an almost certain Alessandra Santini (almost, because in 2007 Alexandra had published some Marinin The Seventh Victim with another publisher, even the victims are recycled together with the authors, perhaps then also discard the gypsies), Twelfth victim of a Johanseen Iris, and a certain Paul Anzolin has seen fit to write The latest victim, imagining vain to call it quits, partly because many people remain free of casualties. However these victims put them aside, you never know, and in the meantime I eye falls on a pair of detectives unknown: For every crime there must be someone ready to settle the case, and inspectors and commissioners are available, national or international, I find myself unemployed and tens ready to intervene, not only is Maigret: there are inspectors Dalgliesh, Inspector Jaime Raimos, the inspector Ferraris, Inspector Ali, Inspector Pluto Inspector Banks, the inspector Tibbs ... Inspector and above a certain Cudicio Hamlet Sandrino Bolchi inspector of a certain Louis Combariati. The latter should not be underestimated, I think. I write "some" of each page because I'm not so sure of who and what I mention, but I do not doubt that Cudicio Bolchi and will have their own niches of loyal readers, not only parents and relatives of the authors, readers will be true that while you think "Oh, if there was Lieutenant Colombo 'think' Ah, if there was Bolchi." Consequently, even Bolchi Cudicio and decide to cherish, not read them but have never ever seen, had to court a bolchiana cudiciana or know where to study. And in Meanwhile, estrando books gypsy, I'm already thinking about what the news is always annunciatissime, and not just dead, I run into the chronicles of love announced, announced tragedies, disasters announced pains announced. Promises everything and more and sometimes less, to announce your Chronicle of a Zen or, at least some Antonella Caggiano. Of course, not everyone has the fantasy of the mythical Sandrino De Fazi, artist, teacher and greek cult figure on Facebook, which published editions Fabio Croce I write briefly to apologize for my silence , that's where was she , in the Zen of Caggiano, and he complains that I do not ever mention it: and while we are I put it in plain sight next to my doll Spiderman, De Fazio is a rare case. Not an unusual event, for charity, because the "cases", I find selecting books for camps, from Stevenson to Geronimo Stilton is strictly strange: who knows what will The Curious Incident of the rocking horse Fulvia Degl'Innocenti, as also The strange case of gastritis Mr. Bartezzaghi Manservisi of one Simon (who also designed the famous non The big butt , published by Cicorivolta, that is, boh, and therefore I have, is in my house, why? ), I find them in my hands and put them aside, are strange cases, but not suited to the gypsies. Idem the perfect crime (and therefore also imperfect) that pop up here and there like mushrooms Friends of the perfect crime, the Crime too perfect, not content with a certain Renato Maionchi has also thought of a perfect crime, indeed two , published, so to speak, from a certain publisher Pagnini. The crime could not miss imperfect, and even a derelict The perfect , which would sound offensive to Gypsies. At about the inevitable murders emerge sociologisms attached to real or fake intellectuals, essays by criminologists, teachers, doctors, social workers, and even jumps out of here by a Jean Baudrillard Routledge with: A perfect crime. Television killed the reality? Who knows, certainly no one has killed Baudrillard. And then, with a shot almost as the master of one of my professional yoyo purchased online at Agile Italy (the Darkmagic of Yoyojamm designed by André Boulay), I throw down another infamous column imagining hitting in front of the statue of Jean Baudrillard, and I find as we do not count the changes in crime and punishment: the obvious Punishment without crime or that the Ferrino Sedran Crime punishment doubt with a certain Dominic Manzione, just to never be sure of anything with all these certain . To the inevitable scholars, real and alleged, simply add the items and a caption explaining, type Crime and Punishment - transgression and punishment of adolescents imagination, and that Rosa A. Favretto (a certain professor of law and deviance) you will feel like a Dostoevskaja. Women there never to be trusted. However, digging well, there is also a beautiful How to get rid of your parents without crime and without punishment, one Savior of VAT, as a guarantee, finally a useful book, go figure out why I had put in a infamous column. Eventually, though, I do not know what to leave to the gypsies, and I decide to place a box in full view on the real book, culture, and furthermore defend their culture, memory Roma (how many mega?) Is called Gypsies of shit, the only book of Antonio Moresco which is beautiful and only the title of which I did not know how to get rid without feeling guilty and voila, all free lair.
(Massimiliano Parente for Il Giornale, 28 February 2011)
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