"Man discovers in the world only what he already has within himself. But the world needs to know to find out what he has within himself" ( Hugo Von Hoffmanstahl ).
To learn about the world we have only two choices: read the life and genius of others or live their own to tell, though it may be interesting for others.
When I do not think I had some interest and so I left that gave me a good reading room to understand or to accept what the day holds for us.
And even if you do not find your answer in all the books you find a solution to boredom and apathy, because people like Marquez, Biagi, Pamuk, Jordan know about the universe with the ease with which a child asks for milk when he is hungry.
Each of them has left a trace of himself in
Marquez is credited with having described the life, not as a mere succession of events or stories, but as a framework in which the colors, they are right or wrong well-matched or contrasting or harmonious obrobriosi are always real, just know how to admire. His "One Hundred Years of Solitude , " The Autumn of the Patriarch " , "The General in His Labyrinth" are an exercise in unsurpassed style, where you can learn to believe in the potential flaws of everyone and talking with the right words to
Biagi deserve the thanks to succeed to cry to the sincerity of the sentiments in his works and his "Love letter to a girl once" . He is credited with having described an Italy that few know, with the affection that an Italian can be disillusioned put in the description of the facts of his land, with the lucidity of an alien engaged in a reportage and the participation of a partisan , which was against his will when could have chosen to eclipse;
to Pamuk gratitude I have for describing art as a love for what their hands can do good and to sow the errors. "My Name is Red" is a masterpiece of the highest culture, where artistic metaphors and descriptions are an important new way of looking at art, its perfection in error and the dedication that many have invested in it to give something unique in the world;
Jordan to be my good luck for his career as a writer, brilliantly cast with "The Solitude of Prime Numbers" , a book written in a language that seems so obvious how difficult to practice if necessary. The simple story, no-nonsense, straightforward as is the view that the world sees in white or black, in fact reserve unexpected events that disturb the balance to show that mathematics is nothing in the sentiments, if not the certainty of committing mistakes often with the ease with which you eat. Loneliness is nothing but the mathematical law that sooner or later all happen to feel lonely among others.
These short (or long?) Ramblings are dedicated to those who, like me, sniffing the new books when they discard them, touch them sometimes when they are in bookstores, count them to make sure that nothing is missing, he opens them to find Answers or to ask questions when things take unexpected paths.
I dedicate this post to the authors also mentioned that they do (or did) do what they love without worrying about the success, because only what you love to do to satisfy even when others do not recognize any merit.
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