I've always found the term "umbrella book" rather unpleasant, and even annoying. First, 'cause I can not afford to laze under an umbrella: holidays at sea locked until further notice. Second, because 'despite idleness is the mother of all vices find life too short to be wasted in unnecessary or poorly written books. Adopting the argument that Wilde's literature does not divide between the beautiful books or bad, but between those well written and poorly written, I would say that the umbrella scam draws, with its suggestion of physical and mental rest, a total 'of books and unnecessary "unproductive." 'Cause if it' s true that reading and 'food for thought, and' then true that the summer is likely to make us become anorexic. It 'good to do some concentrated effort in more', and find themselves enriched images, feelings, emotions that only a well written book can 'give. It 's a time when, by chance' or fortuitous circumstances, I found your wallet empty and spirit rich. The last book that I faced, "The God of Small Things" (A. Roy), and 'a rare and precious jewel, where the smells of India are emerging so strong, with the penetrating power of a spice. And when the smell becomes a stench of excrement, then India and 'real. Such as that described by Pasolini, or Tabucchi. The music channels instead of following others, but always enriched by Eastern influences. The new album by Brendan Perry, ARK, is likely to finish strongly at the top of my list of the best albums of the year. Poor Almond. The betrayal will ', however, mitigated by my presence at his concert on 2 December in London. And the good Rossini? Instead of giving surprises, the confirmation, since the performances of the ROF so extraordinary to overcome even the most 'expectations. A Cinderella with a director of Ronconi so nice to tear applause from the scene open a Sigismondo by Musical 'valuable and interesting, make the festival an event of success. Carla Moreni, name embossed on the insert of the Sunday Sun 24 hours for his opera reviews, and a woman of great insight and intelligence, and incenses the first accused the second of a director-he said-too oppressive. Enclose a work of such 'wide-ranging as Sigmund in a madhouse, decrypt with a wealth of documentary, can' restrict its scope to innovate. 'Cause then got distracted dall'abbronzatura wilderness of "crazy"? Maybe 'cause in the asylum there are sun beds to give a nice color to the skin? Moreover, because 'I am always distracted by small smears directed (over- presence of demons, madmen, even in the second act, their disruptive action against the singers, and the inevitable against the spectator, etc.etc.) rather than 'appreciate the strong stylistic imprint that launched this work in a modern context ? are really linked, says Ms Aspesi, representations Liebig-like figure? Maybe not, but I find these tracks very uneven in their pursuit of consistency and good taste. Ronconi, on the contrary, an acronym truly a sight to remember. A round of applause staff to Alex Edwards. Since, after reading something that concerned him on this blog, contacted me personally, I do not think that what I was dumb and tactless. It 's a great singer, and this' enough. Alidoro a thick hard to forget. Determined and magical. Bordogna the contrary in excess of feline faces, making sulfur rather than clumsy rather than malicious' fun, like the villain in a Batman movie. The trick him favors, and even in the applause is allowed to make left tongue. But the sneer and 'direct to those who still does not yield to the magic of the fable, who believes that opera is a form of entertainment expensive and useless to those who did not understand the beauty of a festival that attracts people from all over the world. People who get rich, inside, and coming home with more than a dream '...
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