16 marzo 2010

L'etica del leggere, con Ezio Raimondi a Bologna

Sarà mica splendido e doloroso il titolo di questo incontro - domani, 17 marzo, a Palazzo D'Accursio a Bologna, in occasione della presentazione dell'antologia "Leggere come io l'intendo", per le scolastiche di Bruno Mondadori - tra Ezio Raimondi, Claudio Magris, Piero Boitani e Luca Serianni? Ed è ancora pronunciabile il suo sottotitolo nell'Italia che ci troviamo tutti, anche chi si proclama "maggioranza" a soffrire? Immersi in questo melmoso newspeak propinatoci da un apparato mediatico che somiglia ogni giorno di più a quello descritto... Indovinate dove:
...Down in the street the wind flapped the torn poster to and fro, and the word INGSOC fitfully appeared and vanished. Ingsoc. The sacred principles of Ingsoc. Newspeak, doublethink, the mutability of the past. He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable. What certainty had he that a single human creature now living was on his side? And what way of knowing that the dominion of the Party would not endure for ever? Like an answer, the three slogans on the white face of the Ministry of Truth came back to him:




He took a twenty-five cent piece out of his pocket. There, too, in tiny clear lettering, the same slogans were inscribed, and on the other face of the coin the head of Big Brother. Even from the coin the eyes pursued you. On coins, on stamps, on the covers of books, on banners, on posters, and on the wrappings of a cigarette Packet -- everywhere. Always the eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, working or eating, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or in bed -- no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull.

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