Known We especially a novel, Grammar is a sweet song (published in Italy in 2002 by Puffin as a children's book), French Erik Orsenna is what it says a versatile writer, constantly moving between fiction and nonfiction reportage. Although, as he explains in his fine site, dedicated to writing only two hours a day to have time to do other jobs, who take "informed about the universe." And from this information Orsenna drew material for his latest book, L'avenir de l'eau (Fayard) on the problem, more and more disturbing, access to water. One problem - notes on the "Nouvel Observateur - in which "nothing is simple: it is believed for example that when you install the water mains, the Third World women are freed from a gondola that eats up their time (up to four hours a day) and can thus, as it happens in Africa, to attend school. But in Afghanistan the Taliban have accelerated work on the pipelines, so as to prevent women to gather around the communal well. Thus, the tap at home is transformed into a second burka. "
Oddly enough, a review is likely too keen to do more damage than a slating. Although, Joe Queenan notes in The New York Times, many writers are not willing to admit that Awards received went beyond their merits. He does Dave Barry once described - just the New York Times - as "the funniest man in America." Author of books actually very funny (as Big Trouble, released in Italy by Instar), Barry Queenan has confessed to her embarrassment in front of this hyperbole: "It's a ridiculous statement, not even the funniest man of my neighborhood. It is even more ridiculous when the meetings come pompously presented with that label, as if the entire editorial staff of the Times had given its decision after having reviewed all Americans. " We do not know but what did you think Alice Munro, whose stories were compared in an article 'a big dish of Beluga caviar, serve with a spoonful of pearl. "
The Guardian, at a London festival dedicated to TS Eliot, Jeanette Winterson recalls his encounter with the work of the great author, and especially with the power of poetry. The adoptive mother, a strict Pentecostal home only admitted in the Bible and thrillers. One day he sent his daughter to take to the library, "Murder in the Cathedral." "He thought it was a saga of murder monks. In the library, opened it, it seemed to be a short yellow. I had never heard of Eliot, but I read a verse, she spoke of a "lightning painful joy," and began to cry. The others looked at me with a reproachful look, and the librarian scolded me, so I went out with the book and read it from top to bottom sitting on the steps in the cold north wind. "
(from the "manifesto", November 22, 2008)
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