There are more migrants in bookstores than at sea
How to judge the tons of paternalistic and obvious literature? Obscene business
When social fashions spread in literature, moralizing, it's always a bad sign, especially for literature. Like the workerist narrative, the feminist one, taking into account that I yawn even with Verga's vanquished (great writer, for goodness sake), with neorealist raggedness, not to mention the boys in Pasolini's life, let's tell the truth: who reads them anymore? Maybe because true literature is always universal, this is why Proust didn't even care about the First World War.
Like migrants today. Not migrants per se, poor things, but the migrant novel, Maybe everything that is tear-jerking and edifying only edifies me as a huge pain in the ass. With Alessandro Baricco who last year even tried to pass off a classic like Steinbeck's Fury as a novel about migrants arriving in our country, that if you had never read it would make you want to, but luckily Furore is not what Baricco tells you, it is not a book by Baricco. Read More

The announcement : “We are working on it with Salvini”.
by Paolo Becchi and Giuseppe Palma on Libero, 12/02/2019
THE ANTI-DIPLOMAT
The sensation, with the transition from the Lira to the Euro, of having been robbed was immediate. The traders (those who have been crying about the crisis for a few years) they immediately took advantage of this to double the prices. With the approval of the State, which, as well as not forcing them to display the double Lira-Euro price for at least a couple of years, it doubled its bills and rates itself. Even inserting paper coins would have been enough 1 e 2 euro, to give more weight to money and greater awareness for consumers when spending it.
Saint Philip Neri is a particular saint. If you really want to choose an adjective, it can be said that his was a cheerful sanctity; in the sense that it was a holiness marked by the desire to highlight how Christian life is capable of giving true joy. Philip Neri (“Pippo bono” for friends) it was brilliant, witty, he always had a ready and biting joke (like a good Tuscan) and so much goodness, understanding and availability. “Retreat, Gentleman, retreat. Hold back the wave of your grace” he said when his heart was full of happiness and gratitude. At the same time he prayed to the Lord to keep his hand on his head."…otherwise – he used to say- Filippo, without your help, he does some of his own.”
As we all know by now, these are particularly critical days or weeks for Venezuela, Country theater of a bitter dispute that sees it, in fact, commanded simultaneously by two presidents in open conflict with each other. On the one hand, we have Nicolas Maduro, the president formally in office who denounces a coup attempt against him, While, on the other, there is the young man Juan Guaidó, the president of the National Assembly, the parliament, in practice, who claims the constitutional right to perform the functions of president ad interim, until the next free elections are called.
Report by Emilio Giuliana