“Il traghettatore” which is not proper to translate simply with the ferryman, initially made me think of something else, I don’t really mean Charon, even if in fact my mind inevitably associates the idea, but I would not have guessed who or what would be the object of the transfer despite the clue suggested to me from Monica: once again this reading is thanks to her.
Annalisa Menin, branding and communication expert, moved to New York realizing a dream common to many.
But life teaches each of us that if on the one hand it gives, on the other it takes away… sometimes in a ruthless and cruel way. The appointment with Annalisa’s destiny is for the day after her thirtieth birthday: the day her husband Marco dies.
Among the pains to be faced, there is also a decision to make: stay in New York or return to Italy?
And the blog became a book but also a charity initiative in favor of young Italian students eager to live the same American dream: Remembering Marco.
Then? And then five years passed and the need to tell stories, not to forget, became the need to be reborn. The transition had to take place.
Heart in transit.
And Il traghettatore was born.
Very often Monica and I discuss how to face mourning, how to live as survivors.
Everyone has their own story, but those who have known the pain of loss can see the shell hyding the suffering of those who have experienced similar pain, which is not the same for anyone.
But with this book Monica also gave me another trip: I often repeat that if I had a time machine I would like to go to New York in the 80s.
And although this reading did not teleport me into the past, I still had the opportunity to “see” through the words of the author places, roads, details, I could “feel tastes,” imagine “perfumes” and I breathed the air of New York.
Curious coincidence on page 405: even my grandmother said exactly the same words to me: the beautiful silence was never written. And this is a quote that will remain with me forever.
I conclude with another sentence from the book which I feel as absolutely “mine:” The sense of guilt is that gift that you never stop receiving.
This time I strongly hope that it is not the same for you.
We tell about Ischia between chat and coffee. It’s the slogan underneath the photo of six gorgeous smiling women. Fantastic! Don’t you agree?
I obviously couldn’t help but immerse myself instantly!
Following the blog I discovered absolutely interesting information, tales, stories, traditions and itineraries that led me to go beyond the perhaps best-known entrance of the Terme to find out for example unexpected details on agriculture that honestly I would not have imagined.
Because At Amalia’s table friends talk about Ischia, going in search of the soul that not even the Ischitans know fully, in a succession of in-depth studies that also range geographically up to Casamicciola, Lacco Ameno, Forio, Serrara Fontana and Barano. Did you already know these places?
Coffee as a meeting point.
What to say? PERFECT!!
And coffee was the very first exchange within this project that grew up at Amalia‘s table, which kicked off thanks to which the friends met, and subsequently matured between walks, villages and characters.
In particular, I became passionate about the stories of Aunt Mariuccia and Sue: opposed in a sort of mirror vision that I advise you not to miss.
La pietra cantante – The singing stone is one of her translation works that fascinated me as soon as I discovered that Laura translated it from a text in gothic characters … as I already said, I love these things that I consider a bit like dreams.
At the bottom of dreams isn’t it always nice to write to be continued? So we can’t help but continue the discovery of this Singing Stone soon, right?
Come on, talk! About an order or a peremptory invitation? Changing the pitch can be both. What if the request comes from a longtime friend and the tone is simply curious?
As happened to me when reading Giulia Caminito‘s book, also in this case I found a completely unconventional way of writing, even if I have not been conquered in the same way.
When Porci con le ali – Winged pigs came out, Lidia Ravera‘s debut book, I was still reading Mickey Mouse but the echo of the sensation generated remained impressed on me, as well as the post-1968 wave that brought with it an epochal change.
This book brings back to those years, however, in a slow and alternating way, more like an undertow that laps slowly.
And slowly one realizes that the story was built specifically as a system on a very specific foundation: the base, the true fulcrum of the whole story.
If on the one hand I was curious to deepen a page of Italian history of which I have never read, but which I have lived through news stories, on the other I found myself questioning my way of thinking.
Is the constant effort on myself to eliminate judgments and prejudices really effective?
And again: would I have had the same point of view if I hadn’t found myself in front of a perfect “grandmother”?
How often have we said then that it is not enough to give birth to be mothers, but if life offered a second chance?
I firmly believe that children and young people teach us constantly, and that they are saving.
The food for thought also ranges from the controversial question of knowing how to forgive oneself, to the survival instinct. From the intrinsic power of silence to the benefits of music. From consistency to hypocrisy.
All this is a portion of what emerged from the conversations with Monica: this time too I owe this reading to her, just as I owe to her the enrichment on a human level that I was able to draw from it.
What do you think about it? Do you prefer a book to reveal a story or a reflection? Come on, talk …
Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas. Albert Einstein
Mathematics = one of the most difficult subjects for many people, while for someone it is a “cup of tea.” Which category do you belong to?
These books, for which I sincerely thank Franca, Vincenzo and Francesco, although very different from each other, fit the concept expressed by Einstein.
1. UNCLE PETROS AND THE GOLBACH CONGECTURE
Now Stellan Skarsgard talking about Hardy and Ramanujan to Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting makes sense to me too.
A book on mathematics but also the book on the life of a man who has to deal with his obsession.
2. HAPPY MATHEMATICS
My dear kids, I have written this book for you … so the author addresses the readers, the students, his children.
I was struck by these words, which apparently have nothing striking, which could be attributable to many professors in fact, but which I read differently considering that Angelo Luigi Fiorita lost his children during a bombing on Alessandria on April 5, 1945.
3. MATHEMATICS AMAZING AND POETRY
Here we pass from the colloquial tone and expressly dedicated to children, to a vision of mathematics as humanism, it is no coincidence that Bruno D’Amore also graduated in philosophy.
Do you know the concept of Technoracy? “Technoracy is conscious familiarity with technology, the operational aspects of which are, in most cases, inaccessible to the common person. But the basic ideas behind technological tools, their potential and the dangers they entail, the moral principles underlying the use of technology are essential issues to be spread among children from an early age. History shows us that ethics and moral values are closely linked to technological progress. The three preceding aspects together constitute what is essential for being a citizen in a world that is rapidly moving towards a planetary civilization. “
4. ROCK MATHEMATICS
My favorite, ça va sans dire … I discovered some great information! Of course, mathematics in this light is completely different! Above all, I would mention Kate Bush
the lyrics of this song really include the Pi π up to the 78th decimal and then from the 101st to the 137th albeit with a slight difference. You can listen to her own voice explaining the reason during an interview with the BBC.
I really like the challenge of singing numbers, as opposed to words because numbers are so unemotional as a lyric to sing and it was really fascinating singing that. Trying to sort of, put an emotional element into singing about…a seven…you know and you really care about that nine. I find numbers fascinating, the idea that nearly everything can be broken down into numbers, it is a fascinating thing; and i think also that we are completely surrounded by numbers now, in a way that we weren’t you know even 20, 30 years ago we’re all walking around with mobile phones and numbers on our foreheads almost; and it’s like you know computers… I suppose, um, I find it fascinating that there are people who actually spend their lives trying to formulate pi; so the idea of this number, that, in a way is possibly something that will go on to infinity and yet people are trying to pin it down and put their mark on and make it theirs in a way I guess also i think you know you get a bit a lot of connection with mathematism and music because of patterns and shapes…
But obviously the book talks about much, much more starting from a large study on the Beatles to get to Queen, Led Zeppelin, Radiohead, Genesis, Coldplay… well… #stylerock
Paolo Alessandrini has a blog and a youtube channel, listen to this reading of an excerpt to understand how from mathematics we go to rock to get to concepts such as self-referentiality, art, Escher
A fascinating and interesting all-round journey that can only focus on poetry or cinema as well.
There is therefore also mention of A Dream within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream
these verses, together with a passage from Marginalia were read by Orson Welles for Alan Parson’s Project: Tales of mystery and imagination, which, as often happens with the true genius, was only able to materialize later, but that’s another story.
and finally SEVEN SHORT PHYSICS LESSONS
“What place do we, human beings who perceive, decide, laugh and cry, in this great fresco of the world offered by contemporary physics? If the world is teeming with ephemeral quanta of space and elementary particles, what are we? We are also made only of quantum and particles? But then where does that feeling of existing individually and in the first person that each of us feel? So what are our values, our dreams, our emotions, our own knowledge? What are we, in this boundless and glowing world? “
Carlo Rovelli asks a rather difficult question. Do you want to try to answer yourself?
And here we are again talking about the Strega Prize, even if in this case missing, despite the multiplied predictions and fans in favor of the book Lake water is never sweet by Giulia Caminito Edizioni Bompiani.
Once again for this reading I want to thank Monica who after telling me her impressions told me “but I want to know what you think.”
First of all, I loved the way in which the author got rid of the dialogue / quotes formula by inserting the speeches in direct form in a single uninterrupted stream of words.
More than a lake, in fact a river, a fast flowing current, an enthralling current from which the reader allows himself to be led satisfied with a constant absence of static, which on the contrary constitutes a preponderant characteristic of the lake.
The lake water is also typically cold, and while I really admired the writing, as far as I’m concerned I couldn’t “dive.”
I read the book with that curiosity that accelerates reading, and all the while I had the feeling that I would find something obscure in the following pages, like the lake depths that leave that perennial sense of disquiet, but it was not so.
Or rather, Giulia Caminito described the wickedness in its hidden but latent presence within the human soul. Yet it is as if along with awareness, intention was also sought.
The narration in the first person never reveals the name of the main character, who will appear only as a signature to a letter, and in the same way hides the deep self, which, as much as the underwater nativity scene, lies submerged, manifesting itself only in some moments that remain suspended, logs like piers that only provide the momentum to dive.
There are never consequences, everything flows, everything proceeds in indifference.
So in the end I compare myself to the “lemons abandoned outside the gate” (quote from the book) … wondering if this was not the real intent.
I also recommend the “pro and con” evaluation by Matavitatau that leaves from the analysis of the final notes.
Reading the notes, however, my thoughts have deviated a little course to focus mainly on a theme that is very close to my heart and which leads back to the character that aroused the most empathy in me: Iris.
If you have already read, or will read the book, you will surely understand why. So I wait to know how you find lake water.
Curious coincidence: right about the lakefront of Anguillara Loredana had spoken to me, also giving me the photo of her cup of coffee that in case you find it here.
So feel free to send me your favorite cup as well whenever you want: I will be happy to share other nice trips from mug to mug …