Francesco Guccini, "Chronic epafàniche "and" Cow of a bitch "
Of the first two volumes of autobiographical fabrications pavanese / Modena Guccini hard that I can speak with some objectivity, because of the affection I bear to some of the places, things, culture told. Patience. In
Chronic epafàniche Guccini tells the childhood pavanese (Guccini is 40), in the mill of his uncles during the war and a bit 'after (he spent many summers there, even after moving to Modena). There is a chronological history and nemmanco a thread in the story, or, if any, is lost in a ramble for anecdotes, parentame, objects, words, tastes (and I'm not talking about a defect, so that was the first real book of the singer Emilia).
There are Americans who arrive and leave and bring tons of stuff (mostly explosive, But not only that), then recycled and used stuff for years, in many uses. Americans' a throw anything away, it seems. ( Then the war is over and the Americans have won. And we? No, we said that was lost. Maaa?! O was not all on the side of the Americans, us? ") Then
there is the river, the country, people and mountain people cheerfully crude and blunt the following storytellers will always, until now, with a fierce and ironic evidence. All nell'affabulazione rich dialect (I doubt that anyone who does not know that speech can read it in tune with the - ahem - semantics that text) that builds a affreschetto modest and devoid of pretentiousness (always the higher quality of Gucci, this lack of claims ) of what is his personal mythology (that which every man has his own, no?, and who does not n'ha, poeretto him), that of childhood places and people - from having fortified in case of FG leaving areas of early childhood, and then found them.
It 's a beautiful story - I'm biased, I am of those parts - and heaven knows it is difficult to find descriptions of his native province that esondino rhetoric and their saws.
" Vacca a dog," the second book, however, is the childhood and adolescence of Modena Noster, a province on the outskirts of the war, muffled by fog and dutifully lined monelerìe of the boy's a bit 'rough But not stupid , and appropriately cruel and tenders with the figures until ragasine caps, the mine, from early cinema to rochenrol, co '' I'm bitterly unattainable American myth.
Until the light of revelation, after watching a movie with Elvis: guys, if we do a whole we are more intorteranno Troglio for sure! Then bulogneise
to Madrid, the premises and try to suonicchiare pussy-obvious constant - until the close of the boy montanarprovinciale that while the peels on the stage a little place, you see the look on mine in under a beautiful aristocrat who had university attended, and it says "I'll do the cocks' overall job I'm your life!" The
dowry of these playful small book - I'm biased, I said it already - is as true, ironic, mock-naive Guccini said that with which the memory of its environment, with that story-telling poetry that he can sing (just) right without taking too much. It's not prose naive: it is built and aware, but it works, because, you know, the style fits like a glove to the content.
The latest chapter in the autobiographical saga of Frank Sinatra is " Citanova blues," but I have not read it yet!
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