notice to mariners: this is not a book of Wu Ming, or rather should be, and in a way it is, but at the same time manages to be more. Those who expect a colossal costume De Gaudentiis or a novel about the styles that have become accustomed narrativband without satiate yet, take a huge crab . Just look at the cover and the title to understand it.
So what is this standing location halfway between fiction and fantacucina?
E 'a memorial of the past decade. A collection of photographs of the "year zero" sgembe and unexpected perspectives. The most laboratory and free of their craft workshop. A concatenation of experiments, short pieces beautifully with her life, which in succession and echoed each other in ways acrobatic, very clear or invisible, becomes a symphony. Thomas De
Lorenzis in the text that pops up, please read this anthology, with the Ninth of "Ludwig Van" in the background . The combination of the film came from the pen of Burgess is not accidental, nor due to carelessness of scribes without enamel. The stories unfold, page after page, it acquired a dynamic that really recall the last work of Beethoven. The only difference is the location of first two movements, which in this case are mixed together at this point, to start directly from the second, then reassembled and reorganized in the various leaks that lead to the final triumph.
L 'Overture , of \u200b\u200bcourse, De Lorenzis.
First movement
The symphony, after heating of the instruments, starting directly from Very lively, with the first five stories. For those who have never read them online , the effect would be to slap a sudden, a knee in the teeth, taking the piss out of an anarchist chef to become too refined palates. The stories, in fact, are very rough, vibrant mixed irony and shameless, almost sour. Written between the summer of 2000 and spring 2001, flash red fire, as alerted by the events of July and September following. The world of cinema, publishing and social mobilization in Italy, are separated by two great apocryphal stories about the characters of Disney: The Nazi Topo Lino and incazzattissimo Anatrini be aware of their nature and are changing the world created in the states in muted hypocritically 20s. At the time the band was just starting out, overflowing adrenaline and enthusiasm. They give the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving crushed an exorbitant number of words, at that time, at a pace that to embarrass King. The narrative style at first glance may turn up their nose. More trattoria that class restaurant for the eyes of stuffy literary snob. The taste is rustic, right from the restaurant. But we are talking about a lady restaurant! Of those where to be morning in a flash.
realign the eyes and ears, the pages begin to flow relentlessly, leaving delighted but still hungry from the end of each story. Ready
the second course.
Second movement
The second movement is relaxed, apparently. The irony scorticante you file your nails, it recesses between the folds of the words and the time (in this case, the stories range from '03 to the 'beginning of '08). The tone remains Allegro ma non troppo, a little stately . An attempt by the rearrangement Stunning start. With a story on breeding and slaughtering of pigs, which requires a radical reconsideration of its power. The following full immersion eco-mythological readjusts the guts, muscle and jaws're more relaxed, caressed by the relentlessness of poetic song. But it is with the fumes of opiates "In Like Flynn" that aficionados of the novels will find themselves on familiar tracks . It has already more than half anthology, but the road towards the end is still long. Between the second and third movement is "Gap99" story too short for its beauty, in which the team gets straight to the heart of the issue of safety / racism. 'S one of those stories that you would read again and again, that you would like to search the characters, to see for miles breathe ink. But having said that there is to say, it ends. The exact spot where he had to. Leaving those who are obliged by law to continue.
Third Movement
Now what was hidden under a patina of irony and good writing breaks through the pages and shows. Change the pace. Change the tone, taste. The colors. The third movement is a double movement in a single gesture: Adagio molto cantabile, Andante moderato . The style is in full maturity, the narrative rhythm slows down, takes off guard again and literally leave di merda. Avevo già letto il racconto "Momodou" in un altra antologia, trovandolo carino ma non all'altezza di altre storie. L'importanza del contesto... In questo caso si resta ghiacciati. Dall'esempio di un ottima gestione di situazioni e dei rapporti umani dalla difficile codificazione alla più nera delle storie, in un riavvolgimento delle scene fino alle radici di una comunità generata dal razzismo. Anzi due , (...) perchè in assenza di quest'ultimo, nemmeno la comunità delle vittime sarebbe la stessa. Finito il conto alla rovescia veniamo graziati. Gli autori ci porgono una bombola d'ossigeno, anzi due. Due storie scritte in maniera esemplare, cariche di contenuti non così scontati come sembrerebbe the reader in a hurry, we'll beat accompaganano unprepared for the final triumph.
Final
Yes, because "The institution of the pack" is something that really gets behind it. You are here assured that you read a good anthology, in bed or chair, in the heat, maybe it's snowing outside as well, and you find yourself struggling with a story in verse to swallow whole and raw. Inspired by the case of Eluana, manages to touch delicate strings, describing the shameful media circus walking corpses of those who claim to teach the next thing life is. It can do this using both great gentleness and ferocity, deftly dosandole and placing an irony, however, around the black beads of lead. This is to begin the final . The description of decay and rot that seems to soar in recent years. When growing
touch of vertigo lack of communication between institutions and social realities of a region (and who, in the middle, trying to understand early as the second functions) and, in an Orwellian shades, the question of 'Public Water . They are short stories, unreal (?) But a dazzling vividness. As explained on the back cover are myths of a future anterior, there was blowing hard on the neck, revolutionize every dormant synapses.
And suddenly, the rubble occur in flat landscapes, unhealthy, back wild and feral. We wander among the bodies of community, language and memories, in a low post-crisis situations where the distances between places and memories ririempiono of themselves. Pessimism? Not even talking about it. If there is one thing that distinguishes Wu Ming is the beauty inside and after each defeat. His continuing. Behind every battle, every catastrophe, there is the continuation of life, its reorganization along the continuum. If in ' final explosion of "Ludwig Van" they sang a hymn to joy, to conclude the anthology and the wonderful story "Arzèstula" there is a veritable tribute to the life and stories that populate it.
short, "Duck Orange Clockwork is a book extremely smooth, full of obstacles, pitfalls and subtleties that can not leave unsatisfied. Novel just across the years spent with one eye fixed firmly to the future, further proof of who is (not), Wu Ming, for whom, as some newspapers apparently devoid of chains, she obstinately continues to not understand. Reflecting are the ones who tell us:
touch of vertigo lack of communication between institutions and social realities of a region (and who, in the middle, trying to understand early as the second functions) and, in an Orwellian shades, the question of 'Public Water . They are short stories, unreal (?) But a dazzling vividness. As explained on the back cover are myths of a future anterior, there was blowing hard on the neck, revolutionize every dormant synapses.
And suddenly, the rubble occur in flat landscapes, unhealthy, back wild and feral. We wander among the bodies of community, language and memories, in a low post-crisis situations where the distances between places and memories ririempiono of themselves. Pessimism? Not even talking about it. If there is one thing that distinguishes Wu Ming is the beauty inside and after each defeat. His continuing. Behind every battle, every catastrophe, there is the continuation of life, its reorganization along the continuum. If in ' final explosion of "Ludwig Van" they sang a hymn to joy, to conclude the anthology and the wonderful story "Arzèstula" there is a veritable tribute to the life and stories that populate it.
short, "Duck Orange Clockwork is a book extremely smooth, full of obstacles, pitfalls and subtleties that can not leave unsatisfied. Novel just across the years spent with one eye fixed firmly to the future, further proof of who is (not), Wu Ming, for whom, as some newspapers apparently devoid of chains, she obstinately continues to not understand. Reflecting are the ones who tell us:
So who are these Wu Ming ? They are bastards, the spoilsport, the pain in the ass. It is the narrative of the plunger, hydraulic fluids that flow pipelines. Are the packet that flows into the water to dissolve the residue the septic tank. They are people who take satisfaction. They are the best minds of degeneration. Have what it takes. And in these words there is an accent that is not essential.
Start your trip, shit. Hands on the ball and away you go!
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