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Yes, interesting. I can't find it right now, but I will look for it. Great suggestion (I don’t remember hearing about it) and pleasant read. Thank you.

I remember it as a nice little note, so, dear Ole, I recommend you to read the DePosta...

I wouldn’t know, I can never make lists or create “rankings.” I have no idea how many “coming-of-age novels” I’ve read in the last 30 years, whatever we mean by that. But first, a book came to mind, one that I think is rather unlucky. The author is primarily a screenwriter, actor, and director; the book is called "Le singolari memorie di Thomas Penman," I believe it’s a Bompiani. I don’t know where it would stand in some hypothetical ranking, but I think it deserved more luck, in my opinion. By the way, I lent it to a bitch and I’ve never seen it again (the book, not that bitch, I don’t even want to run into her). I think you might like it (the book, not the bitch). Bye (P.S. If you read it, you’ll discover that the repeated epithet has some connection).

Well, clearly your "affection" for the book has slightly influenced your rating, and I find it a bit debatable to "consider it the most important 'coming-of-age' novel of the late twentieth century." The author is certainly interesting; reading it "at an age practically identical to that of the protagonist" likely facilitates an identification that makes the effect and "persistence" of the reading more "powerful." I read it when it was still called Tokyo Blues, and I was already quite a bit older. I remember a good coming-of-age novel, which I imagined would be very pleasing to "young people." I rediscovered Murakami a few years ago while reading the proof copy (the one used for corrections) of Kafka on the Shore, and I really liked it. A remarkable stylistic leap, a magical symbiosis between different elements. I've just ordered the recently published short story collection because I'm curious to see how he handles shorter texts. So, a 3.5 for Kafka on the Shore and a generous 4 for it. Good job on your page.

Well, you would have done well to avoid signing up, as the chilling banality of your comment only denotes an absolute lack of analytical ability and a grotesque idea of "art" to which no superficial and uncritical reading of Wilde can remedy, I fear. That said, the context in which you express your scornful judgment remains: even if it made sense (and it doesn’t, given the childish premises), your "comment" descends from a presumed "height" onto a surface deliberately traversed horizontally by opinions of listeners who do not elevate themselves as judges, yet still express their personal approach to sound material, whatever it may be, while respecting that of others. Unless we are talking about idiots, who are certainly not lacking here either, who confuse conversation with aggression and attack people instead of arguing through ideas. To these, sometimes, one must adapt and respond in kind; in other cases, it is sufficient to offer a mirror, so they can reflect on themselves while uttering phrases like "reaching art is something that requires pain, it must be earned! Those of you who have it for free cannot derive anything from its uselessness," measuring their capacity for understanding while furrowing their brows in a pose of feigned rapture. Welcome.

I instead return to thank Supersoul, as I am on page 18 of Morselli's book, but even from the very first lines, I understood that it was an excellent work. His writing is exquisite, and just a few lines were enough to convince me. Naturally, the distance from McCarthy's book is vast, even though both share the theme of the "survival in the world" by the characters. Although it’s early to say, I believe I will delve deeper into this author, of whom I knew nothing. Moreover, the edition I received is very fresh (printed in January 2009) even though I had ordered the previous one, as Adelphi has just started reprinting the complete works. Thank you again, Super (but read "The Road")

I have subscribed to a pension fund, not enjoying, despite the "venerability," any social security benefits as a DeUtente (I fear there’s no specific fund for this category). But I lead a marginal and ascetic DeExistence, don’t talk to me about returns; I don’t understand a thing, when there’s health and a good pair of shoes... As for the DePensionable age, I don’t believe there are any parameters: in any case, I have availed myself of a sort of early and voluntary DFePensioning, without even reaching quota 100 little pages. However, it seems rather premature for you to take an interest, after all, you’ve been writing for a short while. It’s true that the future (and the DeFuture) appears to be anything but bright, but thinking about supplementary income with all the treasure of music still to be mined, especially the golden soul vein... Anyway, for what it's worth, know that down here at Villa Arzilla, glancing at the homepage, if there’s a review of Imasoulman it’s clicked immediately and always appreciated. For what it’s worth, indeed, for me you are one of the rare excellent "novelties" of the DeWorld. Regards.

Dear Soulman, I can't take it anymore, by now. I'm in DePensione: you have the vomit-covered baby, I have to lean against the lampposts watching the construction workers, shaking my head... But last night I was listening to "Black Moses" and I thought: if I were Imasoulman and the baby had fallen asleep, I'd write a couple of lines about this record... Have a nice day.

I preferred "Everything is Everything," of which I had a vinyl somewhere... But now I have to dig this one up too (which I believe was commercially more successful at the time). And since we're at it, let's not forget the one with Roberta Flack, what do you think, Soulman? In certain tracks those two worked wonderfully together. - P.S. Default vote goes to the only one present, but a little competition would be better...

Yes, that's right. You're welcome, sir, with great pleasure.