Tempi dispari sulla fantascienza
Posted on Gennaio 13th, 2009 in Connettivismo, Fantascienza, ROSTA |
Questa sera, a partire dalle 21.30 su Rainews24, Tempi Dispari di Francesco Gatti dedicherà ampio spazio alla fantascienza italiana, parlandone con gli autori di Urania. Tra cui il sottoscritto. E neanche voi potete mancare.
Update: Per chi fosse sprovvisto di satellite, ricordo che Rainews24 è accessibile anche in streaming.
7 Responses
Divertiti!
(…e vedi bene di rendere tracciabile il programma, anche per quelli come noi privi di connessione televisiva!)
Hai ragione Jo. Ho integrato il post. Grazie!
vero che sarà accessibile anche in podcast nei prossimi giorni? vero? eh vero?
Ne dubito, purtroppo. La pagina del programma è congelata da diversi mesi…
ehm… in realtà lo chiedevo perché mi piacerebbe vederlo in differita.
Nel dubbio che non ci sia nessuna possibilità di goderne “ufficialmente” io mi sono impostato vcast per la registrazione del programma.
INHERENT VICE
She came along the alley and up the back steps the way she always used to. Doc hadn’t seen her for over a year. Noboby had. Back then it was always sandals, bottom half of a flower-print bikini, faded Country Joe and the Fish T-shirt. Tonight she was all in flatland gear, hair a lot shorter than he remembered, looking just like she swore she’d never look.
“That you, Shasta? The packaging fooled me there for a minute.”
“Need your help, Doc.”
They stood in the streetlight trough the kitchen window there’d never been much point putting curtains over and listened to the thumping of the surf from down the hill. Some nights, when the wind was right, you could hear the surf all over town.
Nobody was saying much. What was this? “So! You know I have an office now? Just like a day job and everything?”
“I looked in the phone book, almost went over there. But then I Thought, better for everybody if this looks like a secret rendezvous.”
Ok, nothing romantic tonight. Bummet. But it might be a paying gig. “Somebody’s keeping a close eye?”
“Just spent an hour on surface streets trying to make it look good.”
“How about a beer?” He went to the fridge, pulled two cans out of the case he kept inside, handed one to Shasta.
“There’s this guy,” she was saying.
There would be. No point getting emotional. And if he had a nickel for every time he’d heard a client start off this way, he would be over in Hawaii now, loaded day and night, digging the waves at Waimea, or better yet hiring somebody to dig them for him… “Gentleman of the straight-world persuasion,” he beamed.
“Ok, Doc. He’s married.”
“Some… money situation.”
She shook back hair that wasn’t there and raised her eyebrows so what.
Groovy with Doc. “And the wife - she knows about you?”
Shasta nodded. “But she’s seeing somebody too. Only it isn’t just the usual number - they’re working together on some creepy little scheme.”
“To make off with hubby’s fortune, yea, I think I heard of that happenin’ once or twice around L.A. And… you want me to do what exactly?” he found the paper bag, he’d brought his supper home in and got busy pretending to scribble notes on it, because straightchick uniform, makeup supposed to look like no makeup or whatever, here came that old well-known hard-on Shasta was always good for sooner or later. Does it ever end, he wondered. Of course it does. It did.
[...] so se ve ne siete accorti, ma Thomas Pynchon è venuto a postare qui un brano di Inherent Vice (previsto in uscita per la Penguin il prossimo agosto). Ne sono [...]