Sunday, December 26, 2010

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the 'facts' and 'facts' of an Italy hibernated

of Pino Cabras - by Megachip .

Wikileaks would say Who knows what the mysterious person hiding behind the initials GP, dark man that runs through the story of " E 'already evening, it's all over " , a novel published in 2010. He, GP, is always suspicious timely appointment with the most important events of the moment. The character even now pronounce a phrase repeated often: "There are facts and facts with a capital letter with the lowercase. I take care of those with the lower case. " Is there anyone able to utter a sentence like this one, seemingly innocuous and unassuming, in fact marked by a ruthless desire for power and hidden. Someone who will give meaning to this phrase to the end, as the decades pass, the murders remain unpunished, and secrets are not even a heavier ambiguous personality, say, a Julian Assange, a Massimo Ciancimino, who can unlock them.
addition to the characters that emerge from the investigation today or granted by the newspaper revelations mainstream, we discover in the course of the story characters in shadow, to be told with the pace of an epic plot between distant worlds. egiasera Questo è il passo ambizioso dell’opera prima di Tersite Rossi , lo pseudonimo che riveste le quattro mani dei giovani autori Marco Niro e Mattia Maistri .
“E’ già sera, tutto è finito” (Pendragon, 2010), già alla terza edizione, avrebbe molti elementi per essere un libro “alla moda”, oggi che si sta di nuovo riflettendo sugli anni 1992-1994 , quando crollò la cosiddetta Prima Repubblica, un passaggio drammatico della storia civile e politica italiana, che ha triturato vite, carriere, movimenti politici, speranze, il tutto in mezzo a stragi, tensioni, ricatti e misteri. Il libro 2010 was the first, was followed by at least a dozen, all concentrated crucial to understand that passage, the mafia-state negotiations, plots, secrets sealed, etc.. Yet it is also a novel
necessarily "old fashioned" so stubbornly not want to yield to a single point of view nor present himself as the generational instant book. There is so
looking inevitable now that Italy, a country that just three years from that cursed is jammed from hibernation toxic of the Second Republic and its dominus billionaire. But also feel empathy with people who are new to public life in the early nineties, As the group of activists from a small town in the Northeast.
We see the story of Antonio Castellani, investigative journalist who wants to bring all so painful awareness of a child of the South was facing the Sixty-eight, one that knows all of the land and an old peasant culture, and therefore it preserves a bourgeois detachment from short-circuit in which they develop stories and ebb-sessantottino post in a long historical cycle, almost endless.
intersecting stories and histories, with a capital letter and lower case, corruption of local politics to the collapse of the left, from the poisonous offshoots implosion Yugoslav systematic deceit of the media, from large plots interwoven by bureaucrats fearful of fear and timidity to small that they hold. Everything is told through different planes of time, with different views and attitudes that converge towards the crisis which then paralyzes the country with bombs and fear.
Hope that turns off young activists is consumed in the province, Gazzoline in this northeast Italian who is one of the key places where it runs a historical parable that seemed to soar on the wings of economic growth, but then turns back on itself to reflect an inexorable decline, at first, and then, fully moral statement.
And there is represented the beginning of the destruction of democratic participation, when where Casta closes, it is catafratta, expelling an entire generation that wanted to bring ideals and ideas. The desperate insecurity of recent years - a lost generation - is also originated from the destruction of social formations in which there is the personality of the citizens. The many Gazzoline of Italy have composed a political disaster that so far nobody had tried to tell. The machinations of violent
GP resemble instead the presence of the mysterious "Mr. Franco" stragista of the plots of which today we begin to know as soon as something after so many years, in the chronicles.
Antonio, chronicler of race, old-fashioned investigative journalist, brings us the best part of his job, because it names. Through him, the novel is first and last names, bravely. The final appendix of the book is an excellent guide for future historians. It may be now, to the reporters.
It is no coincidence that this story has been appreciated by Massimo Carlotto , very congenial to his having the Register "noir" with the text of Thersites Rossi tells what journalism is no longer able to tell.
"It is already evening, it's all over" begins to fill a deficit of understanding on the powers that shaped Italy in recent decades, more than they could fill the single "revelations" e perfino più delle inchieste della magistratura. Non c’è da illudersi in questa materia. Come ha ricordato Aldo Giannuli , «quando si deve ricostruire una vicenda terribilmente complicata ed articolata come le stragi, dove entrano in gioco gruppi eversivi ed apparati dello Stato, agenti stranieri e uomini politici d’alto livello, il processo esige centinaia di testimoni, valanghe di documenti, decine e decine di perizie, una pioggia di sequestri, intercettazioni ecc.», con un impatto che la struttura del processo penale prevista dal codice non regge, essendo «pensato per casi molto circoscritti, con pochi testi, due o tre perizie, pochi imputati».
La comprensione di questo periodo non can therefore only be legal, or only reporting, not only strictly historiographical. More help approaches that refer to the "coup What is this? I know "by Pier Paolo Pasolini.
That kind of complaint in the form of art, life story and characters, more complete adherence to historical accuracy, with Thersites Rossi tries to catch up, and keep up to date so our ability to say "I know", once again.

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