(Via Po, 19 February 2011)
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"A knowing how to live and that I did not know how to move never rejected, nor accepted "commented Andrea Pazienza No. of his publishing house to the history of Pompey , for Pentothal aged alter ego. Why do we remember these words? Maybe not to forget that in addition to the artist, was the man Andrea Pazienza. Here's why. Born in color, paper and canvas, his father was a superb watercolorist, started painting young, stopping as soon as possible. "I could not accept" people say in an interview, "that a part of my complaint could end up in the bedroom of a builder of Monte Silvano." After art school and the period from Pescara, Andrea moved to Bologna where he attended the Dams. It is in those years created the kind of "handbook dell'irrisolto, non-integrated", also priceless testimony of the years of youth protest (among other current as ever in these days). The protagonist of these stories is precisely Andrea-Pentothal, the embodiment of the inability to experience discomfort, split between reality and dream, with his dark sense of persecution that leads to self-destruction. In an attempt to avoid the specter of conformity. Umberto Eco first, Hugo Pratt then give their blessing to these boards. They saw that the light The Extraordinary Adventures of Pentothal (Fandango, pp. 138, € 20.00) that the publisher Roman public in a book with an introduction by Enrico Palandri. Stories of ordinary everyday life where the roommates, classmates (university or corporate), women, even those with the beak of a bird, mix together characters like Buffalo Brill, General George Armstrong Custer, Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Alternating patches of normality to visions metaphysical, all seasoned with a thousand references to art with a capital "(painting by Klimt to metaphysics, to name a few examples). Here then file at lunchtime outside the university cafeteria, which are a counterpoint to deserts or jungles that are lost horizon. "See if you see the end. You see? "Screams a voice off a balloon in the last vignette of a table. Philosophers and prophets have preached for centuries that the sense of something you read through and in light of (its) end. "Always you pay a penalty, every pleasure has its price. The price of a run barefoot on the shore is a bed full of sand, "we read in another story. One of freedom, perhaps life. Andrea Pazienza a price paid in cash. His position as a giant of Italian comic, albeit with feet of clay (genius and frailty, alas, are often accompanied by) being established. Less than an artist cultured and refined. And this book can be "useful" in this sense.
Small final note. There are still those who think that comics are literature, Series B, perhaps because of its hybrid language or novel or painting, but not only (the same holds true for genre fiction). We also know, however, that one must save its contempt given the large number of needy people. Just as taught Chateaubriand.
Silvia Santirosi
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