The cover can disturb, anonymous characters with those running on a classic carousel horse to an unknown place in a time anonymous. The very title "Neapocalisse" not reassuring. But once you open the effect is "baroque". A surprise continues as we go forward in reading. The signature is, after all, a real guarantee: Jean-Noël Schifano . Neapocalisse, edited by Tullio Pironti in May 1990, is the translation (Headed by Jori Constance) of the text dating back to 1981 when the Naples Ed. du Seuil, Paris picked up the impression of a Frenchman in Naples. Not a French whatsoever, in any case, since we are talking about Schifano. Not any training because the author makes it one of the most experienced and certainly one of the most knowledgeable of Naples and the Neapolitan seen the years he spent in the city in his capacity as director of Grenoble and then as editorial director and critical editorial the NRF and the newspaper Le Monde. But we come to Neapocalisse. The book is nothing but a guide through the capital that was, but not a traditional travel guide. This is a guide for those who love Naples and who wrote love this amazing city with a thousand faces and a thousand colors. Love is evident in every word printed on that hundred pages. Neapocalisse is history, geography, poetry, pure love as we understand when Schifano explains: "You can not go to Naples as you visit New York. The metropolis of North America has three centuries of existence, the southern Italian city of three millennia. And these three thousand years, if he carries within itself, since its origins, laminated to the present day. " Still love declared for the city where it advises the alien appalled by the chaos classic car: "Do not swear foreign traveler, not curse this disorder unsuccessful, this recreation of every moment, and have patience. He opens his eyes. Naples, city show, t'impartisce his first lesson. At the School of vision, the real one, learn to look, not an artificial stage, screen, canvas or glass, but directly, in the middle of the street, the daily life of the greatest players in the world. The only power to rule over Naples, the dawn of time, is imagination. Imagination in the service of transgression. " But Naples is not an empty shell and Neapolitans are simply beautiful with all their faults and all their virtues. From child cursed Cola Pesce, who escapes to the great Mother Earth, the historic Masaniello, who does not want the power and find death, through the alchemy of Prince Raimondo di Sangro and "relatives" who claim the blood of San Gennaro, but starting from the losers, the lowly, the true, the Neapolitans who are satisfied with the most beautiful, the sun: "The sun penetrates the deep fissures of Naples to the pavement of black lava for a short period of time: half an hour per day approx. The craftsman, the small merchant, then pulled out a chair and stood in the alley and anything or anyone, not even the wealthiest customer may terminate the merger of the chair, which form the sun and man, over half an hour, a fiery animal, a chimera of happiness. Neapolitan, that is unique, irreducible, incorruptible. " Neapocalisse is a journey into the real Naples from Vomero to Piazza San Domenico, San Martino and Castel Sant 'Elmo, the Cathedral, Palazzo Reale, San Carlo, Spaccanapoli, Via San Biagio dei Booksellers and Santa Chiara. And who loves Naples can not forget the sad reality and looking at the statue of Vittorio Emanuele II of Savoy in front of Palazzo Reale Schifano writes: "All of these winners, spectra from the grotesque scepter, come from the four cardinal points, here in Naples have disappeared in their same victory, a win here can only lose arms and head, as in that his allegory headless and mutilated the National Museum. Napoli them absorbed, swallowed up in the enveloping sweetness of his people. This Naples lousy stripped of everything, subjugated militarily, politically, economically, he's not care about all the powers, to those of the republic, chose the nakedness of anarchy, leaving the pump state affairs, this bone without flesh vital to chew, to those who are avid to change the world for the price of his happiness. " Viva Napoli! And good reading.
Roberto Della Rocca
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