“Our ‘doing poorly’ students never come to school alone. An onion enters the classroom.” A lucid and honest analysis of the world of school. A smooth read, which won’t bore anyone: you can bet on it, readers, trust me. The book is divided into small chapters, as the title suggests, like small scenes of various situations, people, emotions encountered at school. An institution as ancient as it has been mistreated in recent years, and this...
The books chosen by Andrea Salonia This review is available only in the original language _________________________________________________________________________ È probabile che uno qualunque tra noi uomini, noi maschi, soprattutto prossimi ai cinquant’anni, e con ancor maggiore verosimiglianza dopo i sessanta, abbia sentito parlare della prostata. Della propria o dell’altrui: sì, dottore, “ho la prostata”, come il mio amico Mario. Queste le fatidiche parole. Prostata, che non è organo che si veda, quindi bisogna essere capaci di immaginarselo....
“The only real happiness is the one you realize as you live it.” If your idea is to open a book with a classic plot and a subdivision of longer or shorter chapters, this book is not for you. If, on the other hand, you intend to dive into a new sphere of inner awareness, then take a deep breath of oxygen, and immerse yourself in reading. A gallery of memories and observations on the...
Written by Donatella Lanza This review is available only in the original language. _________________________________________________________ “Un altro mi attende altrove. Ci vado.” “Chi?” volle sapere Henri-Maximilien stupefatto. “Il Priore di Leon, quello sdentato?” Zenone si volse: “Hic Zeno,” rispose. “Me stesso.” Nella mia vita, solo una cosa ha messo sotto la lente di ingrandimento il concetto di libertà come il 2020: l’Opera al Nero, di Marguerite Yourcenar. Il romanzo, che in senso lato ha plasmato la...
“Life is full of consolation prizes.” Brilliant, fast, full of ideas and reflections. Dr. Galvan’s long night is by extension the life of each of us, but not exactly at night, but during the day. Forced into a well-defined role and ready to wear expressionless masks to create something that then turns out to be empty, we lose sight of the most important things. The nothing created in the book is contained in the superfluous...
