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Amendment to the review: «.». See the old version Sinfonia n. 13, Op. 113 "Babij Jar" - Dmitri Shostakovich - recensione Versione 1

I fell hopelessly in love with Lector while reading this: Insieme A Noi - Gregorio - Recensione di lector

To tell infinitesimal stories and make them epic, to take you by the hand and lead you through events that are sometimes mundane which, with him behind the lens, take on a fairy-tale quality. And never a word out of place. But not in the way that idiot GrammarNazi would mean... In the sense that everything holds together wonderfully. Story, characters, pathos... Everything in the service of Myth.

Is it a coincidence that the use of the term "Narration" to describe stories about political or current events, therefore related to communication, was born after the death of "Narrative"?

Now everyone narrates.
No one tells stories anymore.
Except for Lector, of course.

P.S. Your story reminded me of those Gongs and that Daevid Allen, who seem to have more than one point of contact with the characters you described. Am I wrong?

I have to be honest.
Until today, I thought that Wilco (or the Wilco..?) were like the Amish: an Anabaptist community in North America.
Instead, now, thanks to this remarkable review, I’ve come to learn that they are a pretty good American band, risen from the ashes of Uncle Tupelo, who, still warm, spitefully added the interjection "Cazzo!" in an olofrastic manner in all the restrooms of the service areas in Illinois.
So, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Watch out, I'm going to pop this ball, huh...

_The curtain rises on a shabby room: a desk under a window, a chair, a locker with some medicine, a stretcher.
It is undeniably the office of a country doctor.
The light is that of twilight, which contributes to giving the environment a stale quality.
On one side of the desk, the doctor.
On the other, the patient._
- So, Raskolnikov, how are we doing?
- Well, doctor... lately I've been feeling a bit like this...
- Have you followed my prescriptions?
- Yes, I wrote one review a day, as you told me...
- Did it help you?
- No. Aside from a certain MarkRChandar, everyone gives me one star.
- And why do you think that is?
- They’re jealous. Few can talk about Dante, Totò, Spice Girls like I do, without the writing losing its grip on the reader...
- So go on...
- Yes... For tomorrow, I have a review ready on Joyce's Ulysses in 150 characters.
- Good. Continue, then. Also with the pills.
- Of course, doctor.
- See you later, Raskolnikov...
- See you later, doctor.
_The curtain falls._

Amendment to the review: «.». See the old version Diavolo Rosso - Montreux Jazz Festival 2013 - Paolo Conte - recensione Versione 1

Edit to the review: «.». See the old version Quartetto n. 15, Op. 144 - Dmitri Shostakovich - recensione Versione 3

Modification to the review: «.». See the old version Canzoni perdute - Marisa Terzi - recensione Versione 1

I liked the review very much. The cover - which I am discovering now - reminds me of "il nostro caro angelo" by Battisti. Only this time the protagonists have been invited to a confirmation.

In English, thank goodness, you can release a muscle, a receipt, a suspect.
But not a disk.
Let's stop with these translations from English, for the love of our country.
On an increasing number of forms, I keep reading a chilling "submit," as if I had signed up for a masochist site.
Enough, please.
Enough.