's Christmas again. Libraries, by magic, become the places where you can easily observe the tic of the nation. The other I have chosen a day where I go often, for the courtesy of orders, their discreet competence, their gentle way to guide you and take you with her hand. Before
reflection.
Choose a book to give away, I'm coming to see it as an act of great arrogance. It is not clear why, tomes and tomes of etiquette not recommended, unless it is more than close, to give perfumes. Immediate interference, in the tastes of the person to whom the gift is intended.
Why should not it be just as well with books?
It may be objected, but I only present authors (or texts) that I read, with a view to sharing. Ok, and if by chance the perception of a text (provided assume that it is subjective) is different from the one we had we?
The book, admittedly, is a dangerous item. Giving a text "that" person, the easier we make mistakes. Suppose you have some time to be read, we see condescension, we test our (and others) the level of understanding of the person to whom it is intended. An awkward affair.
There are various types of "donors" of books. Fatal then, in the best-seller at this time in Italy, are included in the top four three cookbooks. It will mean something? Already
me ... I hear the food is the only aho What we have left (for those who can still afford to do it twice a day ... co 'sti moon light de ...) famogli gift ... you'll see that I'm appreciated. So
shortcuts rankings, hype wise, eco perverse between advertising exposure on TV and the disposal of batteries in the library do the rest. I am selling texts, texts that are by their realization enable publishers to publish other texts less "popular" and (hopefully) a higher profile.
remains what it is, once again, a bad habit dies hard.
The gesture, the gift of a book, in essence should be measured. Calibrated with discretion, even after having investigated the tastes of the recipient. There is a variant, for people whose relationship is in crisis communication ... and the subtext is ... "here, you see? that was what I wanted to say and I could not delegate it to someone else ... ... I let me speak to its pages. " Then takes the revenge ... You wanted to surprise me, giving me a book of poetry, you open space with a manual fishing ... (which probably was that the trout in America ...). The gift of a book deal is heavy.
Handle with care.
My shopping list ... (which is what I got, to whom, and especially because)
A 4-CD box set of Stevie Wonder with translation and concise bio. For a friend in need (for me) to listen to good music to shake off a period of heavy (emotional, occupational, etc.). The last of
Tabucchi. Talk about travel, and too easy to give it to the same person as above (which, however, has always traveled as a rule of life)
Moments of happiness negligible, a former romantic who need a reconsideration of the last years of its existence. The last of
Lodoli, a brother, a teacher too, of leftist sympathies ...
The biography of Marilyn Monroe (lots of new photos) to a brother that would do well, even with good these stupid substitutes, rediscover the iconization of feminine beauty. The text of the culinary
Parodi, a mother, who, a friend of mine, who do not mind performing in the kitchen ...
The last (first? The only?) Fatigue Barbara d'Urso Stories of women ... ... troubled by the author who signed with the manner of fast food was really present when, in the library to dispense dedications to perfect strangers.
I was advised the last Veronesi XY, too cruel for a lady ... (but is it true? Veronesi has a writing style that I do not mind ...).
The biography of Keith Richards to a friend patient worse off than me for the Stones.
And still others of which I am silent out of shame and boredom.
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