Roberto Saviano: the art of telling hatred and love Before the interview to Panorama where Roberto Saviano reveals its surprising readings, the Neapolitan writer was appointed an honorary member of the Academy of Brera ... and returned with the memory of that day that you realize what Saviano is not a fake character but a real person. A ceremony almost "free", as befits the style of the artists little pompous. But what is striking is the relationship established between the writer and the audience: breriani students, children and young people, called in a flash from the deadly tam tam, sms, email, Facebook, Twitter. All
listening attentively, in silence, most challenging more than two hours spent standing, packed like sardines.
striking and suggests that his great ability to listen, really rare in a landscape media crowded with characters who talk about him, engaged in the systematic disruption, insult or aggression as discounted artificial dialogue. A lesson in composure that moves even more because the actors are virtually no children or grandchildren of the generations that now occupy the public space of the word. They are young people without "say", to be precise, but they know that taking it by force if necessary.
however, overlooked, or rather, in their midst, this time there was a particular person: such as clothing, similar gestures, the look identical, indistinguishable from the movements. It could be him, Saviano, a student among students, and also a student or a student could find his place in an exchange of shares that is fascinating and a little 'uneasy.
Talk of the Camorra, Saviano, after the ritual of thanks. His audience of almost the same age makes him a mirror. Among them, familiarly known as the "Robert", as if to emphasize that there is a distance, as if to emphasize a similarity not only age but also situational.
really affects the way in which Saviano speaks to the crowds. It does so with immediate language, almost harsh, but the people who work there understand that behind care and study. It makes use of technical aids are sophisticated but not extraordinary, the common heritage of children of all latitude and condition. From his laptop, connected to the projector, slide sites and images. Talk of the Camorra, Saviano, and talks about his varied and unique life experiences, worn when he was still younger than the average of those who now listen, but while the left hand holding the microphone, the right moves agile, top and forward, miming the typical gestures of rappers. And the rap, at one point in the conversation, or rather narrative, really check. A simple connection to YouTube and here is the music of a lively syncopated rap napoletano. Sing the killings daily, dealing, the squalor of the suburbs, the lives of many, too many, which is still loved and lost life.
Music and words have described all of this nameless horror of the first two years of major investigations - said Saviano -. Music and words told more than many large books of sociology. Just listen - Saviano says - it was all there. It translates
, Saviano. Translates to a vernacular that can not be called even "Neapolitan" because language is a hybrid contract. Lingua franca of the Slums . Some students from the rasta look, and listen to mention dancing, watching with eyes, but also look with your ears, and meet with the body.
Modula emphasis, Saviano, passing with great skill dall'asettico Italian dialect. The deflection, dropped to art, color of the membership in its history. Belonging among many others, all with equally worthy.
Charm, Saviano, when it reveals the true meaning of words, almost always violent, more extreme. You know that means "chain ends c'a 'n face"? I saw him - he says Saviano - because when you kill one, and this falls face down the gold chain jumps and square face, and sticks there like glue from the dead. And then of death in those places you have a totally different concept - says Saviano - is involved in the death. Everyone in the neighborhood know when a "must" die. Becomes a collective, almost social.
And then there's the taste of death - Saviano says - so much so that I at some point I should go see for yourself. Always. To understand, to realize the reality. When one is shot in the stomach, for example, feel the smell of what you have eaten, but it scares you.
There's even a "sentimental education" that comes from violence and extreme conditions - Saviano says - because in reality these feelings are strong, they are true. Friendship, love, membership is not a game, even if they can play you in a moment of life. We then explain the penetrative power of neomelodici, circumventing the official market and capturing an incredible success, snubbed by critics and intellectuals - says Saviano - who actually belongs to this caste, and as many more others.
So love and death, and then violence, courage, fear, brutality, passion: these are the ingredients. Ancient as the world. But always new, just like the world is reborn to life, behind the eyes and behind the thoughts of young people. Provided, however, tell them you know, provided you use the right language, than ever nowadays must be a highly emotional language. Saviano, a siren that fascinates and moves, as the ancient storytellers. Saviano an orator, as would have been qualified long ago, before the word took on a negative meaning, no one knows why. Today he describes himself as "writer." But before that, it's able to tell very bad things but also beautiful, as are all true stories, places him in a position carelessly left unguarded by the many directors of the masses that crowd the evening of boredom and squares television transmissions. If you will hold the inner tension, this sapling of a new rhetoric in the future in store for many many surprises.
