I return once again to write on this blog. It's not like before, and maybe the magic is lost on the road. It 's a long time that I write this, but I prefer to do it on my black moleskine. Not always what you write and publish, in fact, recently I happen to have ideas that the majority of my readers would not understand. Strong ideas, almost never politically correct. However, I would use this space to make a summary of what I do, that is, the things I read, see, listen ... and talk about books, movies, music ...
Recently I started going to the movies regularly. I saw Invictus, another great film by Clint Eastwood, the greatest living filmmaker, one who gave the film masterpieces such as Mystic River, Million Dollar Baby, Gran Torino. Invictus here is not at those levels, but it's a movie a cut above the average, then you want to put that talk of Nelson Mandela, one of the few living legends. Shutter Island, I saw the latest film by Martin Scorsese with Leonardo DiCaprio as the protagonist. It will be because I love these kinds of authors, but I liked the movie so much. And advice to go and see before you lose it. I saw Alice in Wonderland The frankly that I liked a little, I came the conclusion that the films of Tim Burton are all equal and that his talent has been lost along the way or should explore new avenues. To end this brief review of film I want to tell Vaganti Mine, the best film by Ferzan Ozpetec, is no small matter as the average level of his films. Ozpetec remains one of the best Italian. I came across a book that has upset me, I've read and reread for a while and then left I finished painfully. The book in question is Suttree of the great American author Cormac McCarthy, which I have read the entire production. This book left me speechless, I was shocked, I was put on an infinite sadness, making me see with eyes different degradation, solitude, mortification of the least environments, the desperate, marginalized. Halfway between the Odyssey and John Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath. An absolute masterpiece, but I have read with very great difficulty. I read Philip Roth's new novel The humiliation that I found not up to the reputation of its author. I must say that you can not churn out books at the rate of three or four times a year without resentment. And the book in question is affected by this and remains on the surface, the characters, descriptions, in their dealings. I started reading The Blood Stray James Ellroy, the author that I once loved. I tried to go on ... I finally gave up ... as had happened with Six Thousand and American Tabloid ... Ellroy has outdone himself with books like Black Dahlia, LA Confidential, White Jazz and The Great Nothing, when it was a noir writer revered and appreciated by me. When he wanted to write the great American novel has been lost. This book like the two that preceded it is affected by the length of characters who are never impressed by a writing difficult to digest and never sliding ... Finally I'm reading And then we're done the first novel published in 2006 by a young American author Johsua Ferris, seems nice, but I expect to finish it to give a final decision and reliable. Ultimately then, and here we move on to rock'n'roll, unloading a lot of music, always looking something new, and especially good, but good music from a couple of years now ... latita In the meantime I continue to listen to Eels, his two latest works, and End Times Hombre Lobo and much enough for me.
