will soon be online at http://www.fernandel.it/ a new story, following the successful collection The Adventures of Uncle Savoldi, written along with Gianluca Morozzi. Here are just a very first excerpt ...
THE NEW ADVENTURES OF UNCLE SAVOLDI
-do you think? - Is the first in the phone.
-Boh. Difficult, I think. But it is worth trying, right? - Answers the other.
-fact, is what I think, I have already promised that we will be there - then says the first.
-Well, what time you step to take? - Says the other. Let the three-
? - says the first. The three-
. Saturday-confirm each other.
Meanwhile, both think that the three on Saturday, the sun will go supernova.
And 'mid-June, is two thousand and six, and before you think the writer is a madman, it is fair to give two straight on this vibrant dialogue: know that the first and Gianluca Morozzi, Moroz, or as he calls the other.
The other is Paul Alberti, Bebe, or as he calls Moroz.
Moroz is a writer, travel agent Bebe. They have not yet forty years and have known each other for more than thirty, when exchanging words on the phone in mid-June two thousand and six.
Together they have written a book. A book that is called The Adventures of Uncle Savoldi. A book that came out in January two thousand and six. Twenty-one stories in a book that portrays the daily ironic psychosis of supporters of a football team fall from grace. Their team, the team that cheering Moroz and Bebe, the glorious glorious Bologna Bologna Football Club was the footbal club, unfortunately.
The book was fine and six months el'esordiente the author said it had a little 'everywhere.
In Modena, in Rome, Bergamo, Padua, in libraries and crowded in front of four people, at ten in the morning or ten o'clock at night, in cellars and literary festivals Unity, in short, absolutely everywhere, and in the most varied circumstances .
Lo hanno presentato anche a Verona, per dire, in aprile.
Al circolo culturale Malacarne.
Cosa c’entra? C’entra, c’entra.
Sabato diciassette giugno arriva e come previsto arriva anche una bolla d’aria africana rovente che piazza il suo culo fradicio sulla bassa padana. Un cappa umida e micidiale che tatua i vestiti addosso e fa ansimare a bocca larga.
E sotto questa bolla d’aria calda, sotto questo sole bianco e pulsante è giusto introdurre una nota a margine, puramente descrittiva: Bebe ha una macchina, quella con cui deve andare a prendere Moroz, oggi.
La macchina è blu. Blu scuro. Quasi nero.
Ecco, sotto il sole delle due e tre quarti di questo sabato con la bolla African air, Bebe enters the passenger compartment of that car blue, dark blue, almost black, and suddenly understands how a pizza should feel when you are stuck in a wood oven.
Then starts the air conditioning by turning the knob to the maximum, while breathing heavily odoraccio a plastic baked vanilla and Arbre Magique been sprayed in the cockpit. And while the oven is slowly dying part, but as a guide if you play the castanets, pinching the hot steering wheel.
On Saturday afternoon in June, Bologna is a ghost town.
Nobody on the street, much less during the hottest hours. In ten minutes Bebe climb to reach the house of Moroz. Moroz is
already in the street with a bag over your shoulder. It can be seen in the distance walking around gasping up and down the sidewalk, it seems to float on the shimmering reflection of the heat wave.
-Caldino, eh? - Says dive quickly to the seat and closing it out as if it were the devil arm.
Caldino-yeah-meets Bebe.
leave.
The day's program is that Moroz has described the phone and called Bebe challenging: the circle of Verona Malacarne - as a factor, Verona? - Has shifted its activities to this slice of summer outdoors.
More precisely, in a park under the Scaliger walls. And in this park has the attentive circle Malacarne decided to organize a series of initiatives in play, literary, musical and sporting events. Type
the presentation of several books. Type an area equipped for catering. Type a practice match of soccer for charity. Type of today's large screen viewing on the World Cup, Italy - United States.
And in all this, the tireless circle Malacarne invited Moroz and Bebe in order:
attend the football between the National and the Italian writers of African writers, presenting the book The Adventures of Uncle Savoldi and read public excerpts of the concerts on the stage and, above all, make a sort of running commentary of the match of the national ironic for the public.
Live, Giallappa's type, so to speak.
have written a book about football, will certainly be happy to be able to challenge themselves with such an experience. This must have thought the guys from the club nice Malacarne.
So now I guess it's more clear why, instead of toward the sea, the dark blue almost black car is pointing in the opposite direction on the A1.
At the junction for the Brenner, Bebe is touched by a doubt. You
-by-case basis a few copies of the book with you? - Asks softly.
No, "Moroz said - and you? -
-Absolutely not. My I have finished and I am ashamed to buy andarmelo
.--Okay, have organized all the kids up. The program of the day they did not have the at least one copy for public reading. They must have it .-
Bebe does not object. The writer is Moroz, and dynamic presentations and cultural events usually knows them, why bother. So already at
Reggiolo the two authors bring experience to fantasize they are doing.
Except on the commentary. On that tend to skirt the issue. Not if you say, but what is new and difficult, and generally prefer Bebe Moroz and frightened until now are ineluctably into the problem. Not before. Before I did not need.
Staring in front of them, in addition to the windshield, as well the road unfolds under the wheels to display the upcoming soccer practice match between the national teams of African and Italian writers.
-De Carlo is very strong for me .- says Moroz.
-Shit, you think? Mark on an assist by Baricco, triangular ... Lucarelli - Bebe adds dreamily.
-I if I sign the ingroppo Vinci ... - close Moroz.
Things like that. In short, you fuck happily in the car dark blue, almost black.
THE NEW ADVENTURES OF UNCLE SAVOLDI
-do you think? - Is the first in the phone.
-Boh. Difficult, I think. But it is worth trying, right? - Answers the other.
-fact, is what I think, I have already promised that we will be there - then says the first.
-Well, what time you step to take? - Says the other. Let the three-
? - says the first. The three-
. Saturday-confirm each other.
Meanwhile, both think that the three on Saturday, the sun will go supernova.
And 'mid-June, is two thousand and six, and before you think the writer is a madman, it is fair to give two straight on this vibrant dialogue: know that the first and Gianluca Morozzi, Moroz, or as he calls the other.
The other is Paul Alberti, Bebe, or as he calls Moroz.
Moroz is a writer, travel agent Bebe. They have not yet forty years and have known each other for more than thirty, when exchanging words on the phone in mid-June two thousand and six.
Together they have written a book. A book that is called The Adventures of Uncle Savoldi. A book that came out in January two thousand and six. Twenty-one stories in a book that portrays the daily ironic psychosis of supporters of a football team fall from grace. Their team, the team that cheering Moroz and Bebe, the glorious glorious Bologna Bologna Football Club was the footbal club, unfortunately.
The book was fine and six months el'esordiente the author said it had a little 'everywhere.
In Modena, in Rome, Bergamo, Padua, in libraries and crowded in front of four people, at ten in the morning or ten o'clock at night, in cellars and literary festivals Unity, in short, absolutely everywhere, and in the most varied circumstances .
Lo hanno presentato anche a Verona, per dire, in aprile.
Al circolo culturale Malacarne.
Cosa c’entra? C’entra, c’entra.
Sabato diciassette giugno arriva e come previsto arriva anche una bolla d’aria africana rovente che piazza il suo culo fradicio sulla bassa padana. Un cappa umida e micidiale che tatua i vestiti addosso e fa ansimare a bocca larga.
E sotto questa bolla d’aria calda, sotto questo sole bianco e pulsante è giusto introdurre una nota a margine, puramente descrittiva: Bebe ha una macchina, quella con cui deve andare a prendere Moroz, oggi.
La macchina è blu. Blu scuro. Quasi nero.
Ecco, sotto il sole delle due e tre quarti di questo sabato con la bolla African air, Bebe enters the passenger compartment of that car blue, dark blue, almost black, and suddenly understands how a pizza should feel when you are stuck in a wood oven.
Then starts the air conditioning by turning the knob to the maximum, while breathing heavily odoraccio a plastic baked vanilla and Arbre Magique been sprayed in the cockpit. And while the oven is slowly dying part, but as a guide if you play the castanets, pinching the hot steering wheel.
On Saturday afternoon in June, Bologna is a ghost town.
Nobody on the street, much less during the hottest hours. In ten minutes Bebe climb to reach the house of Moroz. Moroz is
already in the street with a bag over your shoulder. It can be seen in the distance walking around gasping up and down the sidewalk, it seems to float on the shimmering reflection of the heat wave.
-Caldino, eh? - Says dive quickly to the seat and closing it out as if it were the devil arm.
Caldino-yeah-meets Bebe.
leave.
The day's program is that Moroz has described the phone and called Bebe challenging: the circle of Verona Malacarne - as a factor, Verona? - Has shifted its activities to this slice of summer outdoors.
More precisely, in a park under the Scaliger walls. And in this park has the attentive circle Malacarne decided to organize a series of initiatives in play, literary, musical and sporting events. Type
the presentation of several books. Type an area equipped for catering. Type a practice match of soccer for charity. Type of today's large screen viewing on the World Cup, Italy - United States.
And in all this, the tireless circle Malacarne invited Moroz and Bebe in order:
attend the football between the National and the Italian writers of African writers, presenting the book The Adventures of Uncle Savoldi and read public excerpts of the concerts on the stage and, above all, make a sort of running commentary of the match of the national ironic for the public.
Live, Giallappa's type, so to speak.
have written a book about football, will certainly be happy to be able to challenge themselves with such an experience. This must have thought the guys from the club nice Malacarne.
So now I guess it's more clear why, instead of toward the sea, the dark blue almost black car is pointing in the opposite direction on the A1.
At the junction for the Brenner, Bebe is touched by a doubt. You
-by-case basis a few copies of the book with you? - Asks softly.
No, "Moroz said - and you? -
-Absolutely not. My I have finished and I am ashamed to buy andarmelo
.--Okay, have organized all the kids up. The program of the day they did not have the at least one copy for public reading. They must have it .-
Bebe does not object. The writer is Moroz, and dynamic presentations and cultural events usually knows them, why bother. So already at
Reggiolo the two authors bring experience to fantasize they are doing.
Except on the commentary. On that tend to skirt the issue. Not if you say, but what is new and difficult, and generally prefer Bebe Moroz and frightened until now are ineluctably into the problem. Not before. Before I did not need.
Staring in front of them, in addition to the windshield, as well the road unfolds under the wheels to display the upcoming soccer practice match between the national teams of African and Italian writers.
-De Carlo is very strong for me .- says Moroz.
-Shit, you think? Mark on an assist by Baricco, triangular ... Lucarelli - Bebe adds dreamily.
-I if I sign the ingroppo Vinci ... - close Moroz.
Things like that. In short, you fuck happily in the car dark blue, almost black.
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