the turin that I know this is not.
the turin I know, that of 90 years, the city is sad and stern, which hides in its depths underground life: there is nothing in embankments if Giancarlo and the CSA, There is coffee in Piazza Vittorio Elena is an old bar, the guys go to dance to the area and the larger ones in the big, and then to the palace. there is a league of furious, the area three roosters do not exist, the Roman quarter is infrequent, San Salvario is a place of racial battles. you go to drink the camel, or cairns at the brewery.
the turin Culicchia telling is that years of zero. and is an evolution of germs that could be seen in the 90's. the city of this book is that after the Olympics. turin is the drink was born between the end of 1990 and the beginning of 2000. is a city awash with drugs, exterior, faux happy, trendy, radical-chic to the grotesque. a city where every weekend there is a white night, an exhibition every day, every week a party to the walls to the sound of drugs and alcohol. a city where the alliance between politics and business development of the city operates. a city from the late Roman Empire, no satanic sects, but orgies involving DJs and assessors, wealthy businessmen and personalities of the "culture". There are Samuel and BOOST read it, the guy with the Littizzetto Africa Unite, the Herzigova, Davide Ferrario, Culicchia and children of notaries, dentists, primary and politicians.
a city like the other major Italian cities. as roma as milan. Development fake cultural vacuum, political image. privileges, bribes, drugs. White Nights.
disoriented, young people described by Culicchia Turin, spin freely. evenings on the walls, fringes, tattoos just above her ass, fake alternative.
the seeds of this stuff could be seen already in the 90's. children of rich people left to themselves in the pre-villone hill, even then drugged, and acids made of reeds, with parents addicted to meditation in Tibet, but slaves of luxury. ex-sessantottino, veterans of marriage in tatters, decadent nobles, courtiers of the Agnelli family. this strange intrigue among intellectuals, publishers, operaismo chic, aristocratic upper classes, has blossomed after the arrival of the dams, the Piedmont film commission, the Olympics, the school holden, in what is now throwing up all the flaws of a world plastic and empty. apparent development, no social base built. no identity emerged in the city, the city, following the collapse of the fiat. the only alternative to resemble milan. lapoelkanismo brought the absurdity in all its manifestations turin permeates social, political and cultural.
the book is sad, grotesque, sometimes comical in its tragedy. the back cover speaks of a framework woods of a city (although turin is not a metropolis) Italian. true.
excessive, apocalyptic, however, very close to reality, gc describes a world that we know well, and that appears each day in newspapers, in our lives.
from outside, my relationship with turin became visceral, as if it were a part of me that I like and I am disgusted at the same time. charming, magic, evil. simply, an ass hole from which escape.
here. this is the effect that makes this book.
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