Stronze percheacute;... Non vi offendete; le donne per prime definiscono cosigrave; altre donne: abitualmente le ldquo;exrdquo; dei loro compagni; le fortemente indipendenti chiamano cosigrave; le eccessivamente sottomesse; che ricambiano; e poi tra colleghe di lavoro; compagne drsquo;avventura; ldquo;care amicherdquo;hellip; Lo ldquo;stronzerdquo; del nostro titolo non egrave; un triviale aggettivo rivolto a esseri stupidi o spregevoli; ma alle femmine che oggi tanti uomini desiderano. No? Eppure talvolta scartiamo compagne che vorrebbero cucinare per noi; subire i nostri hobby; trasformarsi a comando in zoccole; crescere i nostri figli... per altre che; dopo averci stregato; non esaudiscono i nostri desideri; ci impongono uno stile di vita scomodo; preferiscono lo shopping a... Insomma stronze; ovvero donne che hanno capito tutto; per nulla disposte a rinunciare per noi alla propria vita: gentili ma forti; competenti ma non noiose; simpatiche ma distaccate; stimolanti ma non puttane. In questo volume illudono; uccidono; tiranneggiano; ingannano; tradiscono; rovinano; sbrananohellip; ma sempre (o quasi) con amore o per amore. Ed egrave; questo che le rende; per quanto stronze; incantevoli.
#2232072 in eBooks 2014-05-01 2014-05-01File Name: B00L7VLWB2
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0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Reclaiming the territoryBy AveryIm rating this five stars; which I rarely do these days; but you are not guaranteed to like this at all. The book is simultaneously trying to be theory and poetry; at some points literally: it contains both Baudelaire-esque descriptions of decaying urban streets the author has walked down; and a manifesto proclaiming the virtue of subverting neoliberal order through nighttime urban walks; like in Ray Bradburys short story "The Pedestrian" and his novel "Fahrenheit 451". If this sounds insufferable to you; run away from this book as fast as you can; because you are going to hate it. It is very easy to hate if thats what you want to do. As for me; when I heard about this book I was immediately fascinated; so much so that I took a directionless nighttime walk myself; eventually finding a quiet park where I read it.The author has the privilege of a lot of free time for walking; reading; and thinking. He doesnt dispute this fact. Instead; he digs into it: can solitary walking be creative and productive? Can he help society escape the seeming inevitability of a downward spiral into neoliberal chaos by stepping outside the urban rush entirely; into a forbidden and dark world? Is nighttime walking the Archimedean lever by which he can jolt the world out of place? Obviously not in a literal sense; but in a poetic sense; I quickly come to agree with him that yes; this is what he is doing; and that he is performing a deep kind of human experiment that demands to be reproduced.This is a book extremely fit for our times. It reiterates the joys of aimless movement that can be found in earlier books like Rebecca Solnits Wanderlust; but unlike any earlier book that I am aware of; it urges us to consider the political/spiritual possibilities of such behavior that are increasingly being closed off to us in the 21st century. The world of productivity is now always available to us through 24-hour artificial lights and glowing screens; but the Cthulhu who lurks behind all that productivity only becomes visible in the darkness. In an interesting sense; darkness is now harder for us to find than light; and night accordingly has become more important than day for opening up real possibilities of the human spirit.This is a book about decline; but it is about finding possibility in decline -- not to beautify it; but to discover it as it is through physical examination. It is short and slightly repetitive; but also spellbinding; courageous; disruptive to worn-out values; and very rereadable.
