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| Date: Sunday, October 11, 2009 17:30 | ||
 September 27 to October 11 2009 Eighth edition Villa Greppi Via Monte Grappa, 21 23876 Monticello Brianza (LC) PRESENTS ANDREA DAVIDE VILLANI Barilla, MASSIMO CASSANI, Fulvio ERVAS AND MARCO Polillo Festival Passion for The crime noir, stories, news and reality. The world and its humanity without mediation, the consolations of artifice. After the classic detective story and the forcing of scientific inquiry, the genre fiction back strongly to move on an uncomfortable reality, but able to make his mark, to tell the players from within, bringing them closer to the reader. To incorporate the experiences of the world and the community and deprive them of lying, doing good, filters reassuring and accommodating. This is noir: direct language, themes, hard, strong affiliation to the reality and the lives of the characters, almost never end comforters. It is the school of the French and English, is the need for more and more present in Italian. It is the writing of someone who has lived a long and hard before starting to tell, to those who pay attention to the word and nuance of language, empathy for those who look through the daily drama of those who had the patience to watch, knowing how to cut points of view. is the narrative that goes beyond entertainment, that goes to the bottom and that conveys a concept that reason. It goes beyond the record and speaks of betrayal and corruption, the silent attacks and devastating natural environment, problems buried by fear to speak and to reveal new crime of false solutions. Brings up the hypocrisies and reveals the distorted readings of what surrounds us. The noir attacks the reader, committed, and then directly affects achievement. The passion for the crime, much of this will be 2009: Italian and foreign authors who have chosen this affiliation, annotated scripts, styles that cross, books They have much to say. DAVID Barilla, waxes Baracoa (Murcia) November 1944. During a fire in retaliation in a waxworks of the Lower Valley. Die two boys: brothers Gabbi. For over half a century Celsus, the older brother who emigrated to Central America, the brooding revenge on his return, results in a murder. Sucked from the legends of a man intrigued by the gypsy blood, and from an old postcard in black and white, a mysterious narrator recounts the life of the Assassin to pursue a crime-free puzzles investigation, but full of mysteries. MAXIMUM Cassani, subtrack (Sirois) Sandro Micuzzi, commissioner of the police headquarters in Milan, he received an anonymous phone call: "If come to the bridge at midnight of the Garden, I'll tell you all about the serial killer disguised. " Micuzzi introduces himself. A toxic pulls a gun, shoot and run. The inspector returns fire and kills him. The scandal is inevitable, the newspaper attacked the "police violence." But what actually happened? That guy really had some information? Who had an interest in getting rid of Micuzzi? FULVIO ERVAS, Buffalo Bill in Venice (Marcos y Marcos) Stucky While the inspector can enjoy the scents and colors of Treviso, in Venice mysteriously foreign tourists drown in the canals and someone writes anonymous letters to "Gazzettino" against the "barbaric invaders. " My colleague Scarpa alone can not bear, he invokes the help of Stucky in the name of the old days, when, together, were patrolling the lagoon. Stucky arrives in Venice to unleash his famous sense of smell, but it's summer, wants to escape, and the passion winds through the streets. MARCO Polillo, Mooring (Piemme) A publisher in trouble, a Deputy Commissioner of Police that finally allows himself a vacation, the owner of a luxury car dealership, two legendary sisters that girls had a massacre of hearts, are the characters moving on a background of the dream of Positano, the town that extends like an amphitheater between the sea and the peaks of the Amalfi Coast. is the beginning autumn, when a fairly quiet summer after the dizziness, but there is no peace for the regulars of the resort: everyone expects something. | |||
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