Keith Richards · Rockenrolla

“Il pezzo che davvero mi sconvolse come un’esplosione nella notte, mentre ero sintonizzato su Radio Luxembourg con la mia radiolina anzichè essere a letto a dormire, fu Heartbreak Hotel. Mi lasciò senza parole. Non l’avevo mai sentita prima, non avevo mai sentito nulla di paragonabile. Mai sentito nominare Elvis. Eppure, era come se lo stessi aspettando, quel momento. Quando mi svegliai il giorno dopo ero un’altra persona. Di punto in bianco mi sentivo sopraffatto: Buddy Holly, Eddie Cochran, Little Richard, Fats Domino. (…) Dopo il primo verso –Since my baby left me – fu il sound a catturarmi, dandomi il colpo di grazia. Heartbreak Hotel fu il primo pezzo rock che udii in vita mia. Dietro quella canzone c’era un modo radicalmente nuovo di modulare la voce, un sound totalmente diverso, spoglio, ruvido, senza fronzoli, senza violini o cori femminili o altre melensaggini, qualcosa di completamente differente. Un suono nudo, che metteva in risalto il cuore pulsante della musica la cui esistenza avevo sempre sospettato, senza tuttavia averne prova. Tanto di cappello a Elvis. Il silenzio era la tela, la cornice, il punto di partenza; non c’era bisogno di saturare ogni spazio. Ecco cosa fece per me Heartbreak Hotel. Non avevo mai sentito nulla di tanto essenziale. Per fortuna afferrai il suo nome, captando nuovamente il segnale di Radio Luxembourg: “Questo era Elvis Presley con Heartbreak Hotel.” Cazzo!”

Life – Keith Richards

Just Books · Paul Auster

The power of the story #PaulAuster

By that point, of course, the little girl no longer misses the doll. Kafka has given her something else instead, and by the time those three weeks are up, the letters have cured her of her unhappiness. She has the story, and when a person is lucky enough to live inside a story, to live inside an imaginary world, the pains of this world disappear. For as long as the story goes on, reality no longer exists.

Paul Auster – The Brooklyn Follies

Elizabeth Strout

Marriage #ElizabethStrout #OliveKitteridge

You get used to things, he thinks, without getting used to things.


You started to expect things at a certain age. Harmon knew that. You worried about heart attacks, cancer, the cough that turned into a ferocious pneumonia. You could even expect to have a kind of midlife crisis -but there was nothing to explain what he felt was happening to him, that he’d been put into a transparent plastic capsule that rose off the ground and was tossed and blown and shaken so fiercely that he could not possibly find his way back to the quotidian pleasures of his past life. Desperately, he did not want this. And yet, after that morning at Daisy’s, the sight of his wife Bonnie made him feel cold.


There were days – she could remember this – when Henry would hold her hand as they walked home, middle-aged people, in their prime. Had they known at these moments to be quietly joyful? Most likely not. People mostly did not know enough when they were living life that they were living it. But she had that memory now, of something healthy and pure.


“He put the blinker on, pulled out onto the avenue. “Well, that was nice,” she said, sitting back. They had fun together these days, they really did. It was as if marriage had been a long, complicatd meal, and now there was this lovely dessert.


You couldn’t make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along. Or sometimes it didn’t go away but got squeezed into something tiny, and hung like a piece of tinsel in the back of your mind.

Olive Kitteridge – Elizabeth Strout

Stephen King

Fate or coincidence? #StephenKing

“But sometimes a person who fits none of these categories comes into your life. This is the joker who pops out of the deck at odd intervals over the years, often during a moment of crisis. In the movies this sort of character is known as the fifth business, or the change agent. When he turns up in a film, you know he’s there because the screenwriter put him there. But who is screenwriting our lives? Fate or coincidence?”  


People change; sometimes they go up the ladder and sometimes they go down. Those descending are frequently aided by various substances.

Stephen King – Revival

Paul Auster

I’m alone #PaulAuster

I’m alone too much as it is, and whether it’s my fault or not, Nathan is right. I’m in the dumps. Ever since we talked about my sister the other night, I haven’t stopped thinking about her. I miss her. I miss my mother. I miss everyone I’ve lost. I get so sad sometimes, I can’t believe I don’t just drop dead from the weight that’s crushing down on me. 


All men contain several men inside them, and most of us bounce from one self to another without ever knowing who we are.

Paul Auster – The Brooklyn Follies

Elizabeth Strout · Musica

Inside the music

“Inside the music like this, she understood many things. She understood that Simon was a disappointed man if he needed, at this age, to tell her he had pitied her for years. She understood that as he drove his car back down the coast toward Boston, toward his wife with whom he had raised three children, that something in him would be satisfied to have witnessed her the way he had tonight, and she understood that this form of comfort was true for many people, as it made Malcolm feel better to call Walter Dalton a pathetic fairy, but it was thin milk, this form of nourishment; it could not change that you had wanted to be a concert pianist and ended up a real estate lawyer, that you had married a woman and stayed married to her for thirty years, when she did not ever find you lovely in bed.”

Olive Kitteridge – Elizabeth Strout

Arte · Paul Auster


He realized he was looking at greatness. Smith’s work had everything. Boldness, color, energy, and light. Figures swirled through fierce, slashing strokes of paint, vibrating with an incandescent roar of emotion, a human cry so deep, so true, so passionate, that it seemed to express both joy and despait at the same time. 

Paul Auster – The Brooklyn Follies