Lostinspace

Wonderful book... a multifaceted mosaic of characters, a crescendo of intertwined events with a brilliant narrative style (do you remember the paragraph with just the ant, during the attack that catches Rino in the woods?) that comes very close, as has been said, to a screenplay. The story seems anything but confusing to me: the intertwining of these lives, deeply marked by small/great tragedies, moves against a backdrop full of dark omens, little miseries, absurd minor characters, and culminates in the night (dark and stormy, a classic) in which each will find the inevitable and bitter epilogue. There is no morality, no judgment from Niccolò towards his characters... instead, he seems to accompany them with melancholic benevolence toward the ineluctability of their fate. The mastery with which the gestures, thoughts, passions, and weaknesses of these caricatures of the human race are described is of extreme enjoyment, light-years away from the insipid characters and their plots of certain "best sellers" of modern Italian and foreign literature. I find it at least reductive to describe Quattroformaggi as spoiled (!?!?) and deviant... the complexity of this character is one of the many guiding threads of this story, so surreal yet so terribly true at the same time, and cannot be reduced to the hasty judgment of those who dragged their reading after the first 50 pages. Forgive me, but I have deeply loved this book, regardless of the fact that the Strega Prize has recently shifted towards vile marketing. After all, even Wheel of Fortune is a rigged quiz. And perhaps Sanremo too. The only clean one, perhaps, was Pranzo è Servito. Goodbye Corrado, we miss you.

I was there. Unforgettable show and a crowd in delirium. I saw them the same year at the Heineken Jammin Festival and it was another triumph. We'll see with the new tour and especially the new album. The DVD is actually a summary of the two concert nights in Milan: nice editing but maybe a bit too many effects like a music video. I would have preferred fewer effects in post-production.

It's the tenth!! WOW!!

But go get your proletarian vag***, huh!!

Apocalypse now, directed by Francis Ford Coppola, music by The Doors. It is the sign that is deciphered. The appearance never!!

What a nice surprise, a review of Simple Minds... so many memories! The review, in its essence, is good for me. I’ll add that I really liked "Street Fighting Years" and I still do. Everything that came after is, as you say, part of the decline.

No Fidia competition, just the essential need to clarify things civilly in a context that has come to touch on something deeply personal, as far as I’m concerned. But faced with the insolence and arrogance of these last words, I happily step aside. I go back to my girls and to teasing my jizz-covered cock.

Beautiful review (very thorough with the fascinating references and links, thank you!!) and a wonderful "dive" into the depths of my childhood... unfortunately, the "monkey" of YouTube will catch me again and I'll waste hours in this nostalgic trip.

Nice response. Nice rude person, first of all: I would ask you to kindly not use capital letters, since, thank God, I can read perfectly well. And I believe the "Debaserian people" can too. I can already tell that your tone is altered and quite "high" from the unpleasant and extremely rude content of your post. Nice presumptuousness too: I’m not interested in your view of life and death. I already told you that I do not accept lessons from you. There are a few too many "clear?" in this little page; I don't think it's appropriate to use such a threatening tone with me. As for what people on Debaser, PistolinoPete, or anyone else say to you, I couldn't care less. We're talking you and me. I did not accuse you of infesting Debaser; I just explained the nature of my 1+1, because I had no intention of either getting you worked up or “pissing you off” as you say. And I subsequently apologized. If you think that 170 reviews or more are enough for you to talk to me with this arrogance without adding a minimal argument, but only raising your voice and making pronouncements, in my eyes, you are equivalent to those (unfortunately many) blabbermouths that infest television screens every day. I tell you this because in your outburst, you mix your annoyance with mere considerations of form and content in the reviews. I gladly accept your judgment on the inadequacy of my writing, but since you told me that your rating does not stem from a reaction to what I did on yours, I would have expected a bit more argumentation and not a string of “fuck” and "got it?" with practically no substance... or at least to know if you listened to the album (it also got a solid one!!). I can tell you that upon closer reading, I don’t mind your review at all; I find it thorough and well-written, although the excessive use of "Anglicisms" makes it less pleasant than others. That’s my opinion, my view, my purely stylistic consideration. I have the album; I listened to it several times but it hasn’t left me anything, which is why it has remained buried in the depths of my hard drive for quite some time now. If I had not limited myself to expressing my dissent towards your unfortunate comments that have nothing to do with reviews and music with a 1+1 (the nature of which I have already fully explained to you), I would have given you a 3+2. Now, if you still haven’t understood a “thing” of what I told you, I’m sorry, but I still feel I owe you another apology. If only for the fact that you are annoyingly and gratuitously rude and show the mental openness of an Iranian platypus, since you seem convinced of far too many things about the cognitive abilities of others and about life. Therefore, having done my best (is it little, much, insufficient, or bullshit my best? You tell me, the all-knowing...) to clarify myself with you, I willingly close this morning's ramble here.

I pondered for a long time whether to respond to you or not, and in the end, here I am, with my choice. I have great respect for your pain, believe me if you can, because it must be profound. In matters like these, there’s no hierarchy of suffering, much less a "competition." I mention this because I too have unexpectedly lost people very dear to me. The most recent was just a month ago. Pain leaves behind so much anger and bitterness... I could sense that from your gesture on my review. And from your subsequent post above, equally unpleasant. I want to clarify that I don't care about receiving yet another 1+1 on my review. And it doesn’t matter that my only effort doesn’t please you. Had you done it with lighthearted mockery, I wouldn’t have had anything to object to. What I disagree with is your need to lay bare what has happened to you to justify the series of inappropriate interventions on this page, regardless of the fact that we are on a review site and that should be the primary topic of discussion. I apologize if I expressed my dissent in that way, which has been part of my life for years (...even though in your eyes I am just a нуддру 'mmiscatu cu ннente on Debaser) and will always be a part of my daily experience on this site that I love... and that gives me a bit of lightness in this dark time... I apologize for those two misplaced sentences that may have hurt your sensitivity and with which I may have unintentionally disrespected your pain. I'm truly sorry. But I don’t think you can give me life lessons while then accusing me of pontificating. I have enough years to assure you that your contribution is indigestible to me and that I already have people to help me decipher life... I firmly believe that you are not capable of wishing harm on anyone, not even your worst enemy. I assure you that I fully agree and would not understand any reasoning different from this. If you don’t call that pontificating... We all have terrible enemies, terrible stories to tell, wounds that are hard to heal... sharing all these fragments of yourself with me, however, does not help justify your "outbursts" above. Giving and receiving responses with spite, acting pretentious, airing one’s own crosses, bragging about enemies lurking around, and despising each other’s writings will not bring back my Trell, nor will it bring back your friend. I am desperate too, Mien_Mo_Man... because it’s true that death does not only strike the Editors, but perhaps it’s better to think about it... in silence.