's great Gabo:
"Many years later, facing a firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to hear the ice."
The words are few and simple but deep grasp, capture the essence of people, things, world, times, times, history of civilization. So it takes only a few words, but in doing so they kidnap people and things, people, society, time and place in a forever that is timeless. But here there is no longer a journalist and writer, although great journalist and great writer, there's more, there is the philosopher who takes things first, and Aristotle reminds us that philosophy is knowledge of things first. But these are not taken advantage - in fact - now, before you pick the more superficial things, more - apparently - trivial, most colorful and collegiate, the chronicles of the young journalist vent'enne Gabo. These are but un'orizzonte to open wider and deeper. They already stand out two basic themes of the human soul, there is no need to disturb Freud: love and death, Eros and Thanatos. Here, as in the great father of Vienna, where Gabo is not a disciple, they are fundamentally intertwined, here are linked to the myth. All ages or becomes aware of himself because he has to mature, it is already present. The news coverage will deepen and become more "important", "Europe and America 1955 - 1960", but also beginning to become stories, "Twelve stories wandering" ... It captures the essence of things now, and it is novel, and there are many, all beautiful, "Chronicle of a Death Foretold", where everyone except the victim knows what is going to happen, "Love in the Time of Cholera" or death, where fifty years, a lifetime is spent to win the most beautiful girl in the Caribbean ... What is missed is also the essence of the whole company at a given time, which made that society and which, in turn, made the circle time, and then there are the fantastic "One Hundred Years of Solitude." There also is when the essence of the "History" is one that is cultured, and then we have "The General in His Labyrinth" sugl'ultimi months of life of Simon Bolivar, "El Libertador", but "The Adventures of Miguel Littin, illegal in Chile, "or the" Notebook of five years. " But now here's an action that is different, because it becomes more explicit in the interaction, the influence of all that, tacitly, has for himself. There are things not seen us come in and act upon us. A great contemporary philosopher, far enough from Gabo, Nietzsche said that are the most silent and not more noisy to be the most important are thoughts that come as quiet as the legs of doves, the people who run the world. Then comes the novel's largest, most comprehensive, deeper, what is your "Living por tell." "My memory is not a book designed in a chronological sense, a story that starts from my biological birth to get to the real day of my birth, when I decided to become a writer. Could be called" memoirs "were it not that my novels already have my memories. It's actually my great book of fiction, the novel that I have tried all my life. " A novel - needless to say - who is himself, is its essence, reached by a motion centripetal dagl'altri from society, from the ages, from the worlds of him. Thanks Gabo your trip.
francesco Latteri Scholten
