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Ogni anno si ripete e qualche editore si scomoda a ristampare - ovvero a presentare come ristampe le rese dell'anno precedente - alcuni titoli più o meno fondamentali sull'argomento, dall'immortale Shirer della Storia del Terzo Reich ad Anna Foa ed il suo Diaspora, all'immancabile diario di Anna Frank a qualche libro più recente, come Una strana fortuna, di Maurice Grosman. Tutto come dovuto, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5332661889287413584/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=5332661889287413584" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/5332661889287413584?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/5332661889287413584?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2012/01/non-dimenticare-comunque.html" title="Non dimenticare, comunque." /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyw9lQxP9NA/TyLOzA-kNpI/AAAAAAAABac/mR47hhOHiNU/s72-c/Auschwitz-Birkenau.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8AQ3c_eip7ImA9WhRUFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-6279627153472146016</id><published>2012-01-24T17:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T17:50:42.942+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T17:50:42.942+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scritture / testi" /><title>Scatola nera</title><summary>




Continua a essere un pessimo momento. E questo non è certo un fatto nuovo.

Quando sarà finito, comunque, i passanti da questo blog saranno i primi a saperlo. 

Mi rendo conto che nell'anno nuovo ho postato sostanzialmente brani musicali, un racconto e un po' di lamentele. Così adesso saranno due, i racconti. 

Anche questo è piuttosto breve. 

Ma può comunque vantare una bella trombatura al</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6279627153472146016/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=6279627153472146016" title="9 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/6279627153472146016?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/6279627153472146016?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2012/01/scatola-nera.html" title="Scatola nera" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXcpLFTkOnA/Tx7gDOzyGLI/AAAAAAAABZo/H3Q3YWJHQzg/s72-c/black-box-pic-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NRHc4fSp7ImA9WhRUEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-2202221913470308632</id><published>2012-01-22T18:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:54:55.935+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T18:54:55.935+01:00</app:edited><title>Musica domenicale</title><summary>




Rieccomi qui con il mio pezzetto di musica della domenica sera.

Un'abitudine che mi sta prendendo, tanto è vero che da qualche tempo a questa parte sto dedicando qualche momento la mattina per cercare un'esecuzione su You Tube che mi sembri adeguata. 

Stamattina ce la siamo vista tra Erik Satie, King Crimson, Steve Reich e John Adams. 

Alla fine ha vinto (per questo giro), John Adams.

..</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2202221913470308632/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=2202221913470308632" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/2202221913470308632?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/2202221913470308632?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2012/01/musica-domenicale.html" title="Musica domenicale" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2IdhO8sPYg/TxxLTdM_GEI/AAAAAAAABZc/MI_Bczb_wAQ/s72-c/john+adams.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkANQ3k7eyp7ImA9WhRUEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-7565212992402906236</id><published>2012-01-19T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:26:32.703+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T12:26:32.703+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Libri" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="case editrici" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scritture / testi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pubblicazione" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="premi letterari" /><title>Un concorso</title><summary>






È appena uscito il bando per il concorso 2012 dell'editore Alga, di Torino. 

Lo potete scaricare 

 

QUI

 

 Vale la pena? 

Beh, io in quanto non-vincitore all'edizione precedente non avrei molti motivi per sostenere che merita partecipare. 

Ma lo faccio ugualmente.

Perché è un'iniziativa coraggiosa. 

Perché i libri pubblicati sono - nella peggiore delle ipotesi - interessanti, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7565212992402906236/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=7565212992402906236" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/7565212992402906236?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/7565212992402906236?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2012/01/un-concorso.html" title="Un concorso" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-E_IzGIqGo/Txg5cw4r_SI/AAAAAAAABZQ/gwkxSU8sDM0/s72-c/book.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04BR3s9eip7ImA9WhRVGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-2736194866193613876</id><published>2012-01-18T15:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T17:59:16.562+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T17:59:16.562+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CS_libri" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scritture / testi" /><title>Un racconto</title><summary>




Periodo pieno di lavoro. Non lavoro di quello che porta soldi e fama, ma seccature, creditori in agguato, libri in ritardo, ordini scomparsi... Insomma, un brutto momento. 

Per non lasciare il blog sfornito pubblico un racconto breve, pubblicato nel 2003, mio ma allora apparso a firma Giulio Artusi nell'antologia Fata Morgana 2. 

Nulla di che, anche se è un racconto di sf. Ma di un genere </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2736194866193613876/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=2736194866193613876" title="6 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/2736194866193613876?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/2736194866193613876?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2012/01/un-racconto.html" title="Un racconto" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGJBQLPweO4/TxbUKafrqqI/AAAAAAAABYs/uIUFPVl4HoY/s72-c/Pazzini.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEARHY9fyp7ImA9WhRVFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-5308070892565183695</id><published>2012-01-15T20:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T20:10:45.867+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T20:10:45.867+01:00</app:edited><title>Ostinato</title><summary>




È domenica sera e quindi è il momento del brano musicale. 

Andrò sul pesante, questa volta. Nel senso di impegnativo, naturalmente. 

...

Tuxedomoon è una band californiana, che io sappia tuttora in azione. Guidato da due polistrumentisti, è un gruppo musicale &amp; teatrale che ha lavorato parecchio qui in Europa e in Italia. 

Il breve pezzo proposto fa parte dell'Album «Ghost Sonata» che </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5308070892565183695/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=5308070892565183695" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/5308070892565183695?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/5308070892565183695?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2012/01/ostinato.html" title="Ostinato" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVpU91VH-vY/TxMkKOZ8ITI/AAAAAAAABYc/07MUEbxjLzo/s72-c/ostinato.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcNQHcyfip7ImA9WhRVFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-8296293726374497975</id><published>2012-01-14T18:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T18:28:11.996+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-14T18:28:11.996+01:00</app:edited><title>Parlando e scrivendo</title><summary>




Sostanzialmente provocato da due post apparsi qui e qui, opera, rispettivamente di Davide Mana e di Alessandro Girola, sento il dovere - in quanto autore, editore, libraio, recensore ecc. ecc. - di provare a portare il mio piccolo tizzo al fuoco che allegramente divampa. 

Cominciamo col dire che, in quanto impubblicato o giù di lì, non ho minimamente il diritto di intervenire sul tema della</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8296293726374497975/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=8296293726374497975" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/8296293726374497975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/8296293726374497975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2012/01/parlando-e-scrivendo.html" title="Parlando e scrivendo" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYzwObJWMII/TxG5wia8ZQI/AAAAAAAABYI/0cmngbRpArk/s72-c/losersclub.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4FRnw-fip7ImA9WhRVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-353522576892442383</id><published>2012-01-11T17:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T17:55:17.256+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T17:55:17.256+01:00</app:edited><title>Letargia senza desideri</title><summary>




Ripresa letargica, per usare un'eufemismo. 

La gente passa davanti alla libreria senza curiosità né desideri. Depressi senza rendersene del tutto conto, perplessi senza più ricordare il perché. Non entrano. Non chiedono notizie. Conseguentemente non comprano. 

In libreria il clima non è diverso. Si preparano le rese, si improvvisano scuse di ogni genere per i fornitori non pagati che </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/353522576892442383/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=353522576892442383" title="17 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/353522576892442383?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/353522576892442383?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2012/01/letargia-senza-desideri.html" title="Letargia senza desideri" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgOZAVxBE5s/Tw2-HsWrF4I/AAAAAAAABX0/za5pM_UZAzk/s72-c/orso+che+dorme.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIAQn8-eSp7ImA9WhRVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-1702732533758099620</id><published>2012-01-08T19:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:15:43.151+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:15:43.151+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scritture / testi" /><title>Pezzo domenicale</title><summary>


A casa ho un disco dalla copertina bianca, stampata con caratteri davvero minuscoli.

Un disco che mi ha accompagnato per un periodo di intenso lavoro, al limite dello stress.

Mi alzavo la domenica mattina intorno alle 5.00, bevevo un caffè e cominciavo a scrivere con in testa le cuffie per non disturbare la mia bimba all'epoca seinenne. Recensioni, soprattutto, ma anche altre cose. 

Il </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1702732533758099620/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=1702732533758099620" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/1702732533758099620?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/1702732533758099620?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2012/01/pezzo-domenicale.html" title="Pezzo domenicale" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUDSH46eyp7ImA9WhRWF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-4008794133615106124</id><published>2012-01-04T20:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:21:19.013+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T15:21:19.013+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="case editrici" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="distribuzione libri" /><title>Libri a perdere e libri da perdere</title><summary>



Eccomi di ritorno. A casa e a questo post. 

Stavolta voglio provare a disegnare un principio di ipotesi sulla sorte delle librerie - e quindi anche sulla cultura e sulla sua diffusione in questo paese. 

Temo non dirò cose particolarmente positive né consolanti, ma è anche possibile che mi sbagli. In fondo sono soltanto un quasi ex-libraio.

Partirò da una decisione appena presa dal governo </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4008794133615106124/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=4008794133615106124" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/4008794133615106124?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/4008794133615106124?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2012/01/eccomi-di-ritorno.html" title="Libri a perdere e libri da perdere" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HeI_5i7cDi8/TwWwMMPXbfI/AAAAAAAABXg/-6AnhOXfYfU/s72-c/Work_in_progress.svg.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4NSXg4fSp7ImA9WhRWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-1039099777881910544</id><published>2011-12-30T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:26:38.635+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-30T23:26:38.635+01:00</app:edited><title>Come fosse l'ultimo dell'anno</title><summary>
Oggi è il 30, d'accordo. Ma per due o tre giorni sarò outline causa (brevi) ferie. 

Quindi il pezzo musicale della domenica ve lo beccate il sabato. 

Come se fosse l'ultimo dell'anno, appunto.

...

Tom Waits, per chi non lo conoscesse, è un cantante, compositore, interprete, direttore d'orchestra, musicista, arrangiatore, sceneggiatore, attore ecc. ecc. 

Un genio, in una parola. 

Questa </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1039099777881910544/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=1039099777881910544" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/1039099777881910544?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/1039099777881910544?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/12/come-fosse-lultimo-dellanno.html" title="Come fosse l'ultimo dell'anno" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8BQ3ozcCp7ImA9WhRWEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-6165092328230078152</id><published>2011-12-28T18:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:00:52.488+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-28T20:00:52.488+01:00</app:edited><title>La (troppa) quiete dopo la battaglia</title><summary>



Siamo al secondo giorno dopo il termine delle vendite e mai la parola «termine» si è rivelata così appropriata. 

Questo è il secondo giorno a presidiare la libreria e i libri venduti si contano sulle dita di una mano. In compenso sono arrivati i titoli regalati per errore. Pochi, per la verità, come è tutto sommato normale visto il volume delle vendite. 

In questi due giorni ho approfittato</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6165092328230078152/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=6165092328230078152" title="7 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/6165092328230078152?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/6165092328230078152?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-troppa-quiete-dopo-la-battaglia.html" title="La (troppa) quiete dopo la battaglia" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lVDGWarNqxA/TvtmyVKqDXI/AAAAAAAABXI/k0kGPP6tSWE/s72-c/Vasnecov-Dopo_la_battaglia-1-700.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IDQXs8eip7ImA9WhRXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-7519615127430864560</id><published>2011-12-25T20:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:32:50.572+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-25T20:32:50.572+01:00</app:edited><title>Musica di natale (ma non natalizia)</title><summary>
Direi che ce l'ho fatta.

Oggi è domenica. 

In più è natale.

E, nonostante il pranzo dalla mamma arrivo a postare il mio contributo musicale. 

...

Un pezzo degli anni '90. Eseguito da una delle mie cantanti preferite, Beth Gibbons, lead vocal dei Portishead. 

Una canzone d'amore, anche se certo non una canzone rasserenante. 











</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7519615127430864560/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=7519615127430864560" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/7519615127430864560?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/7519615127430864560?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/12/musica-di-natale-ma-non-natalizia.html" title="Musica di natale (ma non natalizia)" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QAQ3czfip7ImA9WhRXF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-1294239640915070372</id><published>2011-12-24T21:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T21:42:22.986+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-24T21:42:22.986+01:00</app:edited><title>Il Natale scorso</title><summary>




Sono qui, isolato mentre mia moglie e mia figlia preparano la cena della vigilia. 

Isolato in quanto:

1) non devo sapere che cosa ci sarà da mangiare.

2) non devo sapere che cosa mi regaleranno.

A scanso di facili battute preciso che la cucina quotidiana è un incarico frequentemente mio, quindi niente sorrisini e battutine. 

Ritornato dalla libreria da un'oretta scarsa. Gli ultimi, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1294239640915070372/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=1294239640915070372" title="10 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/1294239640915070372?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/1294239640915070372?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/12/il-natale-scorso.html" title="Il Natale scorso" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfCP5FrOZ_Q/TvY4iDQ9lxI/AAAAAAAABWw/ipeeXoWXroY/s72-c/ballardiana+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cMRHkycCp7ImA9WhRXFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-8543132511816430372</id><published>2011-12-20T18:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:11:25.798+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-20T18:11:25.798+01:00</app:edited><title>Un titolo nuovo, all'ultimo istante</title><summary>




Breve post di servizio. 

Proprio oggi ci è arrivato il nostro ultimo titolo 2011.  

Si tratta di «Salute. geni e cibo» di Franca Di Caro, biologa specializzata in Scienza dell'Alimentazione. 

Manualetto di 118 pagine, ben illustrato, ben spiegato e utilissimo. Anche solo per cominciare a sospettare che sia preferibile mangiare come un pescatore giapponese piuttosto che come un agente di </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8543132511816430372/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=8543132511816430372" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/8543132511816430372?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/8543132511816430372?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/12/un-titolo-nuovo-allultimo-istante.html" title="Un titolo nuovo, all'ultimo istante" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Hcy1OcTlps/TvC-kS5zuPI/AAAAAAAABWU/0Xz0Dj9EVf0/s72-c/9788895526287.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QMQ30zcSp7ImA9WhRXEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-1956289088611225633</id><published>2011-12-18T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:23:02.389+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-18T17:23:02.389+01:00</app:edited><title>Domenica, quindi...</title><summary>



Avevo la netta sensazione che sarei venuto meno alla mia promessa già alla prima domenica dopo il primo post. 

Poi, complice un'inattesa calma - probabilmente i clienti si stanno riunendo dietro l'angolo con la via più vicina e meditano di marciare da un momento all'altro verso la libreria (o perlomeno così mi illudo) - riesco a pubblicare il secondo video. 

...

Questa volta si tratta di </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1956289088611225633/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=1956289088611225633" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/1956289088611225633?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/1956289088611225633?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/12/domenica-quindi.html" title="Domenica, quindi..." /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnwO8X-20m8/Tu4THn1cK0I/AAAAAAAABWI/R-kPx__wgTc/s72-c/bjork.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDQ3k5fip7ImA9WhRXEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-7041615722267790870</id><published>2011-12-16T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:14:32.726+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-17T18:14:32.726+01:00</app:edited><title>Il tempo passa lento, a Natale</title><summary>



No, non è una riflessione sul male di vivere nei dintorni di una grande festa. 

Né una meditazione sulla corsa consumista agli acquisti natalizi. 

Più semplicemente è una collezione di osservazioni poco serie e di considerazioni superflue sulla vita in libreria in questo periodo. 

Nulla di memorabile, sia chiaro. 
Se fossi una persona seria dedicherei questo spazio a lamentarmi del destino</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7041615722267790870/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=7041615722267790870" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/7041615722267790870?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/7041615722267790870?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/12/il-tempo-passa-lento-natale.html" title="Il tempo passa lento, a Natale" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4-s6Y71-dvA/TuzG7PLkJBI/AAAAAAAABVs/M0jUKkeRklE/s72-c/natale+zorro.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECQHs7eyp7ImA9WhRQF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-1732639862520715399</id><published>2011-12-13T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:47:41.503+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-13T15:47:41.503+01:00</app:edited><title>LN e dintorni</title><summary>




Come procede il blog di LN on line? 

Domanda probabilmente prematura, ma ho capito una cosa, in questi anni di internet, ovvero che nulla scompare più velocemente e silenziosamente di un'operazione condotta in silenzio, senza clamore, con attenta discrezione.

Non è questione di essere clamorosi o di suonare la fanfara ogni 2-3 giorni, ma fare il punto della situazione non è probabilmente </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1732639862520715399/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=1732639862520715399" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/1732639862520715399?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/1732639862520715399?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/12/ln-e-dintorni.html" title="LN e dintorni" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLDGK5Zx63k/TudlGCLxwAI/AAAAAAAABVU/1SsH7TbC29I/s72-c/due+che.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcDSHk4cSp7ImA9WhRQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-6696595672576063366</id><published>2011-12-11T16:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:14:39.739+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-11T17:14:39.739+01:00</app:edited><title>Ma tu, musica niente?</title><summary>



Mi rendo conto.

Non ho mai postato un pezzetto - nemmeno piccolo - di musica, sul mio blog. 

Pura ignoranza? 

Sì, nel senso che non ho mai avuto la pazienza di imparare come si fa a postare un brano musicale. 

Ma non è soltanto per quello. 

Il problema - quello vero - è che ho gusti musicali contorti e assurdi. E, come per la letteratura, ciò che trovo piacevole io non è affatto detto lo</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6696595672576063366/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=6696595672576063366" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/6696595672576063366?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/6696595672576063366?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/12/ma-tu-musica-niente.html" title="Ma tu, musica niente?" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jtkQnEvh6Q/TuTWWIy-OsI/AAAAAAAABVI/ih3HsBs_l_0/s72-c/musica_pentagramma.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4EQ3szfSp7ImA9WhRQE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-4657001477744108850</id><published>2011-12-08T10:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T12:31:42.585+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-08T12:31:42.585+01:00</app:edited><title>I piaceri e le croci della vita</title><summary>



Stamattina, teoricamente giorno di chiusura, sono qui in libreria a chiedermi quanto la crisi in atto peserà sugli acquisti degli italiani. 
A giudicare dalla scarsa animazione, molto, temo. 
Mi chiedo anche che accidenti ha in mente di fare il nostro bocconiano preferito, oltre ad aver genialmente aumentato il prezzo della benzina - un'iniziativa tanto geniale e innovativa che sicuramente </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4657001477744108850/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=4657001477744108850" title="7 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/4657001477744108850?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/4657001477744108850?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-piaceri-e-le-croci-della-vita.html" title="I piaceri e le croci della vita" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djRj9HtActM/TuCdzEoinaI/AAAAAAAABUw/NQJ8k97g3uA/s72-c/torino.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ECSHkzeip7ImA9WhRQEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-4323636689755847876</id><published>2011-12-05T17:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T19:27:49.782+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T19:27:49.782+01:00</app:edited><title>Once upon a time - parte terza</title><summary>



Perché mai, once upon ecc.?

Beh, perché il «c'era una volta» è un ottimo modo per descrivere la situazione delle librerie indipendenti allo stato attuale delle cose. 

Siamo stati ottimi pionieri, eccezionali cercatori nel mondo librario. Ma adesso stanno arrivando gli altri. I regolari della vendita. I normalizzatori di sogni e gusti. Quelli che in cambio di un pugno di euro sapranno </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4323636689755847876/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=4323636689755847876" title="8 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/4323636689755847876?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/4323636689755847876?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/12/once-upon-time-parte-terza.html" title="Once upon a time - parte terza" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wC1-9IdwIr4/Tt0MNXtPHPI/AAAAAAAABUU/8GTG4JKwfUY/s72-c/interesting-cat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABQ3k4eyp7ImA9WhRRGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-3929764386784216682</id><published>2011-12-02T12:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T15:22:32.733+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-02T15:22:32.733+01:00</app:edited><title>Orari natalizi</title><summary>




Un post di servizio. 

Non è che sto prendendo tempo, ma è un momento un po' strano e ho la netta sensazione di essere nato in ritardo di un'oretta e passare la vita a inseguire quella maledetta ora perduta senza riuscire a riacchiapparla. 

Prima o poi riuscirò a tornare al punto, giuro.  

Questo post serve a informare chi passa di qui (pochi) e chi ha l'abitudine di venire qui (pochi </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3929764386784216682/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=3929764386784216682" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/3929764386784216682?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/3929764386784216682?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/12/orari-natalizi.html" title="Orari natalizi" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y56wG1PSvdY/TtjeeLUSerI/AAAAAAAABUA/qZ8e96r27aU/s72-c/idraulico.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUAR3wyeCp7ImA9WhRRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-351045196707002324</id><published>2011-11-28T11:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:57:26.290+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T20:57:26.290+01:00</app:edited><title>Avevo promesso...</title><summary>





...di dedicare il prossimo post, cioè questo, al lavoro in libreria. 

E invece no. 

Le intenzioni sono sacre, certo, ma la realtà è blasfema e se ne fotte delle promesse.  

Quindi questo post malnato si occuperà di LN-LibriNuovi. 







LN-LibriNuovi, per chi non lo sapesse, è una rivista letteraria nata nel 1987, in forma più o meno di ciclostilata e distribuita per i primi dieci anni </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/351045196707002324/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=351045196707002324" title="7 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/351045196707002324?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/351045196707002324?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/11/avevo-promesso.html" title="Avevo promesso..." /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VqKLXSfUFTI/TtPbfWrUX3I/AAAAAAAABT0/RscKym2Q2Ek/s72-c/pinocchio1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8DSXszeip7ImA9WhRREEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-9183968946472015652</id><published>2011-11-23T16:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:47:58.582+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-23T17:47:58.582+01:00</app:edited><title>A che cosa serve Facebook?</title><summary>




Si tratta di una domanda retorica, evidentemente. 

Nata indirettamente da un'interessante spunto offertomi dal blog di Davide Mana, nel suo post «Qualche osservazione sul gestire un blog». 

Mentre, infatti, approvavo senza riserve il suo quintessenziale pentalogo sulla gestione di un blog, mi chiedevo anche quanto siano tuttora in salute i blogger (in italiano blogologi? Blogologisti? </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/9183968946472015652/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=9183968946472015652" title="19 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/9183968946472015652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/9183968946472015652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/11/che-cosa-serve-facebook.html" title="A che cosa serve Facebook?" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c2hbgBCFHEE/Ts0i3iiHwkI/AAAAAAAABTI/aZQ48R5FUIk/s72-c/Blah-800x533.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IHRHs4fip7ImA9WhRSGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732053.post-4265091196558794584</id><published>2011-11-19T10:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:58:55.536+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T19:58:55.536+01:00</app:edited><title>Stravaganze</title><summary>



Lo so, avevo promesso di riprendere i temi accennati nel corso dell'ultimo post, ma la vita scorre ugualmente al di qua e al di là dello schermo e sono sempre possibili i cambi di programma, le interruzioni, le esitazioni, le frenate e le inversioni. 

Qualche giorno fa, erano passati un paio di giorni al massimo dal post dedicato al rapporto con i lettori, quando in libreria, più o meno sul </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4265091196558794584/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732053&amp;postID=4265091196558794584" title="6 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/4265091196558794584?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732053/posts/default/4265091196558794584?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fronteretro.blogspot.com/2011/11/stravaganze.html" title="Stravaganze" /><author><name>maxciti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488294343233322922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQZAiOIlg0/TrrH9VR8aTI/AAAAAAAABOc/JOUMnO4gmws/s220/rebo.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFTH5tGeqh4/TslKeXghVhI/AAAAAAAABS0/upsnqze2QcA/s72-c/vecchia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>

