It 's true that Italy is a land rich in inventiveness. Not always, however, the "creative talent" arouses my enthusiasm, but one has to acknowledge that there are certain realities. This latest invention, for example, is the pseudo-literary festival. Have you noticed? Swarm everywhere. Too bad that these events often lack not only the books (who saw them is good) but even the readers. And so happen to have to speak in front of an audience (or would not be better to call it a flock?) Of individuals who have difficulty reading even written on the can of Coke and find it hard to imagine that there is something called "book". The discomfort is increased, however, those from adults (teachers? Bah!) While patching of an "event" (there are funding the town, damn ... do not forget it) bothered several writers and then feed them to a pack of rude that:
1. never read a book (let alone yours)
2. thinks that a "writer" is a kind of "vù cumprà"
3. believes that the best intelligence is to give a display of rudeness and stupidity.
The fund, however, is touched with the Headmaster (NB neither he nor his teachers have submitted or have greeted the guests invited by them) who, rather than scold the students, rails against the unfortunate who dared to call " stupid "behavior, to say the least, uncivil.
pity that this beautiful Italy where the "culture" has become one of the garden and where inaccuracy and ignorance are the hosts, that Dean (but was to be expected!) did not understand that replacing the word "stupid" by "unintelligent" was not a concession to his "authoritative" action to silence (oh, crap!) the " rude writer. "
Yes, at the end of the theaters of turnips and malcreanza, the rude ... I was!
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