Post by account_disabled on Nov 29, 2023 0:47:38 GMT -3
The question about reading is destined to never end. The other week I popped into 3 bookstores and saw thousands and thousands of books. In one especially, the one at Termini Station, there were truly an unthinkable number, so much so that I asked myself: "But are there so many people who can read them?" The question I asked myself before writing this article, however, was another and arose from some reading I have done recently, from many other bookstore releases, but also from various films inspired by literary works. The question is: what kind of readers are we in the 21st century ? When reading the classics If I take a look at my library, I see works that should be read and that I haven't read yet.
Yet there was a time when someone leafed through the Annals of Phone Number Data Tacitus or was enchanted by Ovid's Metamorphoses (or those of Apuleius, why not?). But there are also those who have read - not at school, I mean read seriously - Virgil's Aeneid and Homer's Odyssey . Works that perhaps have been discussed over the centuries in living rooms, in literary cafés, in homes, even. Works that now many don't even know what they are. But continuing our journey through the time of literature, there were readers who embarked on reading Cervantes' Don Quixote della Mancha , Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov , D'Azeglio's Ettore Fieramosca , Rabelais ' gigantic Gargantua and Pantagruel , Boccaccio's Decameron , Ariosto's Orlando Furioso , climbing up to Mrs.
Brontë's Wuthering Heights , or perhaps trudging through Rovani's One Hundred Years . And these are strong reads, they are not books for pastime, they are books that must be approached with a certain predisposition, with a certain state of mind. In short, you have to be ready, because you're not reading a romance novel or one of the supermarket best sellers. Italy is a country of mediocre readers Including me, of course, who only bought those books mentioned, but haven't read them yet. This is a country that appreciates poor, obvious plots, simple readings, because today's life, there is little to do, is increasingly accustoming us to a simplistic and banal language, to increasingly immediate communication, to the point that if we opened I Malavoglia by Verga we would suffer a stroke.
Yet there was a time when someone leafed through the Annals of Phone Number Data Tacitus or was enchanted by Ovid's Metamorphoses (or those of Apuleius, why not?). But there are also those who have read - not at school, I mean read seriously - Virgil's Aeneid and Homer's Odyssey . Works that perhaps have been discussed over the centuries in living rooms, in literary cafés, in homes, even. Works that now many don't even know what they are. But continuing our journey through the time of literature, there were readers who embarked on reading Cervantes' Don Quixote della Mancha , Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov , D'Azeglio's Ettore Fieramosca , Rabelais ' gigantic Gargantua and Pantagruel , Boccaccio's Decameron , Ariosto's Orlando Furioso , climbing up to Mrs.
Brontë's Wuthering Heights , or perhaps trudging through Rovani's One Hundred Years . And these are strong reads, they are not books for pastime, they are books that must be approached with a certain predisposition, with a certain state of mind. In short, you have to be ready, because you're not reading a romance novel or one of the supermarket best sellers. Italy is a country of mediocre readers Including me, of course, who only bought those books mentioned, but haven't read them yet. This is a country that appreciates poor, obvious plots, simple readings, because today's life, there is little to do, is increasingly accustoming us to a simplistic and banal language, to increasingly immediate communication, to the point that if we opened I Malavoglia by Verga we would suffer a stroke.