Archivi del giorno: gennaio 15, 2008

Our fetid city

Elena Ferrante, che nessuno sa chi sia (benché vi siano sospetti) e che ha scritto dei gran libri, firma questo articolo sul New York Times, da cui prelevo:

"But this city, a million people, keeps going". "…the more general acquiescence of Naples…". "Crime, in this city, has become a destiny; it has the power of things that are well known but about which there is nothing to be done".

"Take Antonio Bassolino, the former mayor of Naples and now governor of Campania. That even an honest man like him, coming from the least corrupt political tradition in Italy, couldn’t change anything that really matters, and in fact was slowly swallowed up by the most complicitous inefficiency, is for the Neapolitan (and not only the Neapolitan) the ultimate proof that in Naples there is nothing to be done, that there remains only the quiet impotence of those who manage to get by in the rot".

"This deep feeling makes Prime Minister Romano Prodi’s efforts to clean up the mess absurd […]. Only a fool would believe that what has not been done for decades can be done in the space of a few days".

"…the definitive loss of trust in institutions. A resigned loss, by people who no longer believe even in the cleanliness of other places in the world. In Naples the mountains of garbage seem the symbol of a cosmic rot. Here the rot is not only visible; it has the power of portent"

"Is not some ancient relic but very modern, and that it underlines the precariousness of every sort of order, in every part of the planet".

(E così, di dritto o di storto, Napoli è sempre all’avanguardia. Very modern, you know?).

Una grande moria delle vacche

Poiché la grandezza di un pensatore si vede dalla capacità di patire il peso delle contraddizioni, senza sbarazzarsene per amor di sistema, devo confessare tutta la mia ammirazione per Giuliano Ferrara, che non vuole toccare la 194 però afferma: "L’aborto è un omicidio, punto". Può naturalmente spingersi più in là: la donna è un’omicida, punto. Merita la galera, punto.

(Punto, due punti! Massì! Fai vede’ che abbondiamo)