Come ad ogni ritorno a casa, metto bando alle ciance e sbrigo subito l’affare dei libri.
Il mio comodino virtuale era rimasto alla Fred Vargas dell’ Uomo a rovescio , il primo libro di questa autrice, fortemente pubblicizzata dalla cugina R., che mi capita di leggere.
Dunque: Fred Vargas scrive ottimamente, anche se da maschio. Scrive come un ottimo male. I ripped several smiles falsely resigned, and again muttered to please remember a few bars. But
: despite being a yellow (noir?), To the last page has not called me in the human need to know the end. I could have stopped like nothing, without the least suffering, and despite all this I had not the slightest guess who the murderess, and fully experiencing what is called "twist". It's not nice, Vargas.
those circumstances: I'll give you another chance, because of the enviable style of writing, with Who died raise your hand.
Then I have had in hand Conversation with Woody Allen Jean Michel Frodon, whose book is that I deny the purchase Husband ( is yours? No, not me, bah ... and think that in the event of divorce tend to creep at night through the shelves impressing his bookplate on each browsable, including a surplus of pie), but that, imprisoned in my house, I will not let go, not even the first certifying paternity. So many things I discovered, by a director who love visceral, although not forgive him for not doing more masterpieces! On the problems with the production, on his way to work on his reputation virtually nothing the United States.
Above all, I finally gave a name to the atmosphere touching that permeates all of his films, comedy or otherwise, and I could not identify except by recourse to the technical effects that seek to recreate it. And 'boy atmosphere that Allen was still stuck on the Hollywood films of the '40s. Ie: not the atmosphere of life as a child, but the atmosphere of the cinema as a child. His films tell the story as if it were filtered through a movie, so while describing the Times Square in 2009.
And from there, it becomes easy to wonder about the relationship with their children, perceptions remain in memory, enough to build their own world view, but definitely not enough, at least in my case, to imagine a visual filter sul mondo, e a poterlo raccontare agli altri, come un velo, che diventi una firma, quanto e più dei contenuti.
E pensi: forse la generazione che ha vissuto l’infanzia in quegli anni ha avuto la fortuna di assistere, nell’epoca della vita in cui i confini di realtà e magia non sono ancora delineati, cambiamenti, novità, invenzioni e scoperte come nessun’altra, un po’ come vedere Venezia per la prima volta, e farlo ancora e ancora, sempre come la prima volta; e forse quella gente ha maturato grande attaccamento a quelle emozioni, facendone una culla dove mettere, e con cui dipingere, ogni accadimento della vita.
E poi pensi: No. Forse è accaduto solo a Woody Allen.
E’ Diary of a smoker after David Sedaris, which I read Me Talk Pretty One Day , drawing moderate and frivolous pleasure. This book of short stories I have appreciated the quality of the writing, unless the comic verve in the past (it seems that the man rage in the States), and I again found frivolous and moderately enjoyable. And then kneel in prayer so that I may write a book on the frivolous and moderately pleasant my life. At least compared to the serial nature of several profitable Follett, Patterson, Crichton, very exciting as it is useless, I should not pay me a team of ghost writers that I rebuilt in the special medieval ol'Ottocento South America.
Il mio comodino virtuale era rimasto alla Fred Vargas dell’ Uomo a rovescio , il primo libro di questa autrice, fortemente pubblicizzata dalla cugina R., che mi capita di leggere.
Dunque: Fred Vargas scrive ottimamente, anche se da maschio. Scrive come un ottimo male. I ripped several smiles falsely resigned, and again muttered to please remember a few bars. But
: despite being a yellow (noir?), To the last page has not called me in the human need to know the end. I could have stopped like nothing, without the least suffering, and despite all this I had not the slightest guess who the murderess, and fully experiencing what is called "twist". It's not nice, Vargas.
those circumstances: I'll give you another chance, because of the enviable style of writing, with Who died raise your hand.
Then I have had in hand Conversation with Woody Allen Jean Michel Frodon, whose book is that I deny the purchase Husband ( is yours? No, not me, bah ... and think that in the event of divorce tend to creep at night through the shelves impressing his bookplate on each browsable, including a surplus of pie), but that, imprisoned in my house, I will not let go, not even the first certifying paternity. So many things I discovered, by a director who love visceral, although not forgive him for not doing more masterpieces! On the problems with the production, on his way to work on his reputation virtually nothing the United States.
Above all, I finally gave a name to the atmosphere touching that permeates all of his films, comedy or otherwise, and I could not identify except by recourse to the technical effects that seek to recreate it. And 'boy atmosphere that Allen was still stuck on the Hollywood films of the '40s. Ie: not the atmosphere of life as a child, but the atmosphere of the cinema as a child. His films tell the story as if it were filtered through a movie, so while describing the Times Square in 2009.
And from there, it becomes easy to wonder about the relationship with their children, perceptions remain in memory, enough to build their own world view, but definitely not enough, at least in my case, to imagine a visual filter sul mondo, e a poterlo raccontare agli altri, come un velo, che diventi una firma, quanto e più dei contenuti.
E pensi: forse la generazione che ha vissuto l’infanzia in quegli anni ha avuto la fortuna di assistere, nell’epoca della vita in cui i confini di realtà e magia non sono ancora delineati, cambiamenti, novità, invenzioni e scoperte come nessun’altra, un po’ come vedere Venezia per la prima volta, e farlo ancora e ancora, sempre come la prima volta; e forse quella gente ha maturato grande attaccamento a quelle emozioni, facendone una culla dove mettere, e con cui dipingere, ogni accadimento della vita.
E poi pensi: No. Forse è accaduto solo a Woody Allen.
E’ Diary of a smoker after David Sedaris, which I read Me Talk Pretty One Day , drawing moderate and frivolous pleasure. This book of short stories I have appreciated the quality of the writing, unless the comic verve in the past (it seems that the man rage in the States), and I again found frivolous and moderately enjoyable. And then kneel in prayer so that I may write a book on the frivolous and moderately pleasant my life. At least compared to the serial nature of several profitable Follett, Patterson, Crichton, very exciting as it is useless, I should not pay me a team of ghost writers that I rebuilt in the special medieval ol'Ottocento South America.
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