Freaky Friday è il titolo di un libro del 1972 di Mary Rodgers Guettel, scrittrice e compositrice inglese morta il mese scorso a 83 anni. In italiano si intitola A ciascuno il suo corpo, ma non si trova più. Sembra carino. "Mary Rodgers Guettel, who died at the end of June, was not a household
name like her father, the composer Richard Rodgers, but she had legions
of fans—among them her lifelong friend Stephen Sondheim; Leonard
Bernstein; the legendary children’s-book editor Ursula Nordstrom;
Juilliard students, who chanted her name affectionately when she
addressed them, as the chair of the school’s board in recent years; and a
great many children. Rodgers published “Freaky Friday,” her freewheeling mother-daughter body-switch novel, in 1972, and followed it with two enjoyable sequels, “A Billion for Boris” and “Summer Switch.” Sarah Larson, newyorker.
Rassegna della stampa culturale americana e inglese. Segnalazioni di novità in libreria, articoli, interviste, dibattiti, idee e pettegolezzi.
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28.7.14
Libri che fanno piangere
Un interessante articolo su quali sono i libri che fanno piangere, e come e perché. Pelagia Horgan, "Tears have had a surprisingly prominent place in the history of the
novel. Readers have always asked about the role that emotion plays in
reading: What does it mean to be deeply moved by a book? Which books are
worthy objects of our feelings? In different eras, people answered
those questions in different ways". newyorker.
25.7.14
Privacy secondo Virginia Woolf
Joshua Rothman discute della privacy e soprattutto di quel che significava per Virginia Woolf, "Woolf often conceives of life this way: as a gift that you’ve been
given, which you must hold onto and treasure but never open. Opening it
would dispel the atmosphere, ruin the radiance—and the radiance of life
is what makes it worth living. It’s hard to say just what holding onto
life without looking at it might mean; that’s one of the puzzles of her
books. But it has something to do with preserving life’s mystery; with
leaving certain things undescribed, unspecified, and unknown; with
savoring certain emotions, such as curiosity, surprise, desire, and
anticipation. It depends on an intensified sense of life’s preciousness
and fragility, and on a Heisenberg-like notion that, when it comes to
our most abstract and spiritual intuitions, looking too closely changes
what we feel. It has to do, in other words, with a kind of inner
privacy, by means of which you shield yourself not just from others’
prying eyes, but from your own. Call it an artist’s sense of privacy". newyorker.
23.7.14
The Children of Silicon Valley
Robert Pogue Harrison, prof. di letteratura a Stanfod, sulla Silicon Valley, "In truth Silicon Valley does not change the world as much as it changes
my way of being in it, or better, of not being in it. It changes the way
I think, the way I emote, and the way I interact with others. It
corrodes the worldly core of my humanity, leaving me increasingly
worldless. (I do not consider the Internet’s Borg collective, with its
endless drone of voices, a world, any more than I consider social media a
human society; those who do not see the difference have already been
assimilated.). nybooks.
21.7.14
The Last Literary Taboos
Questo è il tema discusso da due scrittori questa settimana sul New York Times. Gli scrittori sono Francine Prose e James Parker. Francine Prose, "One hears about manuscripts turned down for being too this, too that,
too dark, too cerebral, too unsympathetic, too strange; about editors
rejecting books that kept them awake all night reading — but in the cold
light of morning, they couldn’t convince their colleagues that an
audience for such a book existed". nyt.
14.7.14
Life at 60
My generation, the postwar baby-boomers, are over the meridian of our vital
parabolas. We’ve done our best and our worst, overachieved and
underperformed, are either preparing to bask on the sun loungers of our
success or suck our bruised fingers in the waiting rooms of failure. So 60
is both a personal summit from which to look back, breathing heavily, hands
on my knees, and a generational one. ...
How do I feel having reached 60? Well, surprised, mostly. And grateful. When I was 30, a doctor told me that I had a dangerously damaged liver and, all things considered, I probably wouldn’t see another Christmas. I am an alcoholic and a drug addict but, with a lot of help, I stopped. I haven’t had a drink or picked up a drug since. AA Gill (nella foto con il padre) e i suoi primi sessant'anni. thesundaytimes.
How do I feel having reached 60? Well, surprised, mostly. And grateful. When I was 30, a doctor told me that I had a dangerously damaged liver and, all things considered, I probably wouldn’t see another Christmas. I am an alcoholic and a drug addict but, with a lot of help, I stopped. I haven’t had a drink or picked up a drug since. AA Gill (nella foto con il padre) e i suoi primi sessant'anni. thesundaytimes.
11.7.14
The Apthorp
The Apthorp è un palazzo nel West Side di Manhattan. Per un periodo ci ha vissuto Nora Ephron, che l'ha meravigliosamente (come suo solito) descritto in un racconto sul New Yorker, "Moving On". Nora Ephron è morta due anni fa e il New Yorker la ricorda, riproponendo questo racconto. new yorker.
10.7.14
Libri in uscita a luglio
“Preparing the Ghost: An Essay Concerning the Giant Squid and
Its First Photographer” (Liveright), by Matthew Gavin Frank, out July
7th. This strange, innovative book-length essay is, like the squid that serves as its emblematic center, slippery and many-armed.
Questo e altri i libri in uscita a luglio, newyorker.
Questo e altri i libri in uscita a luglio, newyorker.
9.7.14
Apple Cake
"Apple Cake" è il titolo del racconto di Allegra Goodman uscito sull'ultimo numero del New Yorker. Si svolge intorno al letto di Jeanne morente e ha una delle più belle scene di morte che abbia letto, "She wanted to open her eyes, to rise up from her bed. She wanted music and she wanted apples. She wanted to touch the sandy beach, to feel summer's heat. She wanted all this, but she couldn't have it. She died because she couldn't breathe".
In un'intervista Goodman fa anche una considerazione molto interessante tra letteratura e cibo, "My mother Madeleine’s rugelach were unbelievable. I could not use them here because they would have upstaged everything and everyone else. Apple cake is food for a short story. Rugelach require a novel". I rugelach sono dei dolci ebraici, delle specie di croissant (v. foto). newyorker.
In un'intervista Goodman fa anche una considerazione molto interessante tra letteratura e cibo, "My mother Madeleine’s rugelach were unbelievable. I could not use them here because they would have upstaged everything and everyone else. Apple cake is food for a short story. Rugelach require a novel". I rugelach sono dei dolci ebraici, delle specie di croissant (v. foto). newyorker.
7.7.14
Trigger Warning
Un altro attacco della political correctness ... alla letteratura, naturalmente. "Colleges across the country this spring have been wrestling with student
requests for what are known as “trigger warnings,” explicit alerts that
the material they are about to read or see in a classroom might upset
them or, as some students assert, cause symptoms of post-traumatic
stress disorder in victims of rape or in war veterans. ... At Oberlin College [nella foto] in Ohio, a draft guide was circulated that would have
asked professors to put trigger warnings in their syllabuses. The guide
said they should flag anything that might “disrupt a student’s
learning” and “cause trauma,” including anything that would suggest the
inferiority of anyone who is transgender (a form of discrimination known
as cissexism) or who uses a wheelchair (or ableism). nyt.
2.7.14
Leavitt on Leavitt
Leavitt parla di sé e dei libri che legge:
What books are currently on your night stand?
Dorothy
L. Sayers’s “Gaudy Night,” Georges Simenon’s “The Hanged Man of
Saint-Pholien” and Gretchen Rubin’s “Forty Ways to Look at Winston
Churchill.”
Who is your favorite novelist of all time? And your favorite novelist writing today?
Penelope
Fitzgerald. “The Beginning of Spring,” “The Gate of Angels” and “The
Blue Flower” are novels I return to again and again, with joy and awe.
Among
writers working today, I have the greatest admiration for Norman Rush. I
also admire John Weir, who deserves to be far better known than he is.
And I was floored by Edward St. Aubyn’s Patrick Melrose novels. nyt.
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