Patrizia Poli
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Patrizia Poli was born in Livorno in 1961. Writer of fiction and blogger, she published seven novels.
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Television To Read
Anyone who has a grandmother with an apron as armor and a ladle brandished as a sword, may have realized that the legendary “Artusi” has now been replaced in the kitchen by the books of “La prova del cuoco”, branded Eri Rai. Eri is the publishing brand with which Rai publishes books, magazines and multimedia products connected with its programming, churning out an average of fifty texts a year and defines itself as “The Rai to read”.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Education
Alessio Piras, "Omicidio in piazza Sant'Elena"
Undecided between the detective story and the intellectual novel, Alessio Piras, in Murder in Piazza Sant'Elena, mixes the two genres, alongside the classic, and highly inflated, Commissioner, another protagonist, a shoulder who actually towers over, the intellectual Lorenzo Marino , in large part, we suspect, the author's alter ego. The two find themselves collaborating on the case of Paco, a South American boy killed by a badly cut drug overdose in the alleys of Genoa. It will be discovered that behind it there are personal events and the hypocrisy of a moralistic and rotten bourgeois world.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
Grazia Deledda, "Cenere"
Grazia Deledda (1871–1936) completed only elementary studies but accumulated disparate readings ranging from Dumas to Balzac, from Scott to the Invernizio. She was especially passionate about Eugene Sue, whom she defined as “capable of moving the soul of an ardent girl.” As Vittorio Spinazzola states in the preface to the Mondadori edition of “Cenere” in 73, her vocation is fueled by a “disorderly ultra-romanticism” prone to emphasis and melodrama. “She read everything, good stuff and mediocre stuff, in the library put together, a bit at random, by her father; and she obeyed her instinct that suggested that she write.” (Dino Provenzal)
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
Childcraft
The salesman of Childcraft rang the door, well dressed and with a briefcase. It was the early sixties, the serial installments invaded the houses, a sign of an emancipation within everyone’s reach, of a tangible social progress made up of concrete things, such as cars, holidays, the bottled wine, the refrigerator, the kids’ TV. Intimidated housewives and grandparents made him sit in the good living room, offering coffee and spirits. With dignity and refinement, he opened his briefcase and showed new samples of books that would mark an entire generation, stimulating curiosity and imagination, forging the taste of many of us.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Education
Sabrina
“It’s late, Mario, let me go”. She threw herself out of the car, fumbled with the lock, for a moment the light illuminated the entrance hall. She wore a shirt that was a little big on her. He was impressed with the image of his thin shoulders disappearing into the door.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
Christmas in the Sixties
I am thinking about what Christmas was like in the sixties. Not everyone’s, mine. I lived in a nuclear family: father, mother, me. My brother hadn’t been planned yet. A provincial town in Tuscany, an apartment in a popular neighborhood, furnished in a functional and modern way, because we were a family in step with the times. My mother worked, drove the Bianchina and did the shopping at Smec, the first supermarket to set foot in the center. We lived the economic boom with hope, proud of the progress that would only bring civilization, proud of the refrigerator, the toaster, the blender, the carbonated water with the potholders of the Idrolitina, the bottled wine on the table.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Families
Ceppo, that is Christmas in my days
I am thinking about what Christmas was like in the sixties. Not everyone’s, mine. I lived in a nuclear family: father, mother, me. My brother hadn’t been planned yet. A provincial town in Tuscany, an apartment in a popular neighborhood, furnished in a functional and modern way, because we were a family in step with the times. My mother worked, drove the Bianchina and did the shopping at Smec, the first supermarket to set foot in the center. We lived the economic boom with hope, proud of the progress that would only bring civilization, proud of the refrigerator, the toaster, the blender, the carbonated water with the potholders of the Idrolitina, the bottled wine on the table.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Families
Jojo Moyes, "Me Before Y"ou
There are books that may not be literary masterpieces but they make you rediscover the pure and simple pleasure of reading, not only for the desire to dedicate every free moment to them, but also because you end up living in them, feeling part of the story, as if the story was yours too. You wake up in the morning already immersed in that emotion and with that emotion you go to bed in the evening.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Geeks
La Chanson de Roland
The word war derives from the Frankish term wërra. The Franks were the most famous of the barbarian peoples. Only the Franks were able to stop the Arabs, thanks to Carlo Martello, and form a kingdom almost as large as the Roman Empire. They lived in the territories of present-day France, were of Germanic origin and had mixed with the first inhabitants of that area, namely the Gauls (yes, precisely those of Asterix and Obelix) and the Romans. The Franks were among the first barbarian peoples to accept Christianity and to speak the language of Rome. The popes asked for their help against the Lombards who were defeated by the nephew of Carlo Martello, the future Charlemagne, so nicknamed because he was a great king who accomplished memorable deeds. He was master of France and had taken Italy from the Lombards. His armies, commanded by mighty warriors called Paladins, had gone very far, making him master of the lands that today are called Belgium, Holland, Denmark, Germany, Switzerland, Austria. Since the fall of the Roman Empire, such a vast dominion had not been seen in Europe.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in FYI
Brokeback Mountain
I happened to see Brokeback mountain, from 2005. The director, Ang Lee, is from Taiwan and the Orientals, you know, hold back the feelings. Ang Lee had already demonstrated this characteristic in Sense and Sensibility, which I liked. I found Brokeback mountain beautiful and poignant, one of those films that when you go to bed you think about them, when you wake up you think about them, and for the whole day after the vision every frame remains in your mind, because they touch something inside you. In the case of this film, this happens without reason, without emphasis or redundancy. Everything is dry, essential, lean and therefore overwhelming, it is pure romance.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Geeks
