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Novecento

Un monologo

By Alessandro Baricco, Paola Lagossi (Editor), Maria Corda Costa (Collaborator)

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  • Novecento

    Sul Virginian, uno dei tanti piroscafi che agli inizi del secolo trasportano ricchi e disperati, senatori e poveri diavoli, tutti alla ricerca di qualcosa nella terra delle grandi promesse, l’America, c’è un uomo fuori dall’ordinario, in tutti i sens ... (read full critics)

    mangialibri published on Thu, 16 Feb 2012

  • Scrive Baricco, legge Benni

    La vita del pianista Danny sul piroscafo Virginian tra le due guerre è raccontata con affetto da un amico musicista. Un racconto sui desideri che ha reso Novecento (Emons-Feltrinelli) di Alessandro Baricco un successo. Se il libro ha superato il mili ... (read full critics)

    corrieredellasera published on Mon, 6 Jun 2011

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  • Bellissimo, solo e semplicemente bellissimo.. e rileggerei all’infinito “la storia dei quadri”.
    “E lì, a quel punto, cadde il quadro. A me m’ha sempre colpito questa storia dei quadri. Stanno su per anni, poi senza che accada nulla, ma nulla dico, Fran, giù, cadono. Stanno lì attaccati al chiodo, n ... (continue)

    Bellissimo, solo e semplicemente bellissimo.. e rileggerei all’infinito “la storia dei quadri”.
    “E lì, a quel punto, cadde il quadro. A me m’ha sempre colpito questa storia dei quadri. Stanno su per anni, poi senza che accada nulla, ma nulla dico, Fran, giù, cadono. Stanno lì attaccati al chiodo, nessuno gli fa niente, ma loro a un certo punto, Fran, cadono giù, come sassi. [...]. Ci rimasi secco.”

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  • No laughing matter, Max…What a cock-up….spend eternity with two right arms? I mean, how would you make the sign of the cross? Hey, Max! Imagine the music I could play with two right arms!

    You take a piano. Keys begin, keys end. You know there are 88 of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on those keys, the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by. You get me up on that gangway and you roll out in front of m ... (continue)

    You take a piano. Keys begin, keys end. You know there are 88 of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on those keys, the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by. You get me up on that gangway and you roll out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions and billions of keys that never end, and that's the truth, Max, that they never end. That keyboard is infinite. And if that keyboard is infinite then on that keyboard there is no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano.
    Christ, did y-did you see the streets? Just the streets? There were thousands of them! How do you do it down there? How do you choose just one? One woman…one house…one piece of land to call your own…one landscape to look at…one way to die? All that world just weighing down on you, you don't even know where it comes to an end! I mean, aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it? At the enormity of living it? I was born on this ship, and the world passed my by but two thousand people at a time. And there were wishes here, but never more than fit between prow and stern: you played out your happiness, but on a piano that was not infinite. I learned to live that way. Land? Land is a ship too big for me…it's a woman too beautiful, it's a voyage too long…perfume too strong…it's music I don't know how to make…I could never get off this ship. At best I can step off my life! After all, I don't exist for anyone…You're the exception, Max, you're the only one who knows I'm here. You're a minority. And you'd better get used to it.
    Forgive me, my friend, but I'm not getting off.

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