The concept of fair ground, the etymological point of view, is linked to the market, then good. Place where goods are exchanged for goods or goods with money.
E 'an archaic concept, not necessarily inherent in to capitalism, then.
At the time of my youth was held annually in the country where I was born, a fair market turkey, an event looked forward to working with us little children to come closer to the cages of birds for plucking in order to exhibit pens torn to mo 'trophy.
Book Fair: the market and culture.
Culture?
At the entrance gate, some supporters of the boycott against Israel were trying to deliver a flyer on a guy, spurn, apostrophised vehemently them as Nazis getting an immediate title of the fascist right.
Admission salty. I paid 21 € for myself, wife and daughters in tow. This figure puts an immediate economic discriminating between a party (myself among them) who can afford to pay and then can afford access to culture (sigh ...) and a portion of the population is excluded from this culture had very different economic priorities.
moment you step into this huge circle of hell where refreshment stands and seats were arranged exactly as in the old proud of my memories of turkeys, the first thing that struck me in this huge warehouse of books shapeless and meaningless, was the absence of the Book. There were two types of stands: stands by what looked like used books from Unity Festival and the type or Treccani Einaudi, which exhibited great pomp and luxury furniture fake true polystyrene. Fiat Croma in an exhibition stand or used as institutional promotion of tourism. Occasionally, some pathetic writer, sat behind the stand, intent to beg for a grateful glance, a smile, a few words of comfort, a few copies sold at a discount of twenty percent or the words "buy three what it costs you less give it away "or" buy two pay one. "
I said, the absence of the book. In this disorder and obese amount you ended up losing the sense of reality and the thread of every possible attempt to focus on a possible critical path. It was evident that what was driving the whole thing was pure business need.
In some stands were being appealing presentations that I have carefully avoided because to dwell in that context, thousands of people, screaming children, and all kinds of audio and video noise, the pathetic attempt to set any speech around a book turned out to be wishful thinking miserably.
I risked, among other things, to be buried under tons of leaflets of all kinds.
It finally emerged clear to me the futility of this event which I believe I will not go so easily.
Returning to the starting point, I think that the debate arose about the presence or absence of the state of Israel in this exhibition was, after all, another moment of wishful thinking culture.
Under a fair market as of this fact is in Turin, talking politics or history of peoples and activities out of context, with sharp boundary. Much more appropriate to speak of the commodity, market, cultural prostitution.
I'll be happy to return soon to my same old, small library.
listen to Kokan Orkestar meets Paolo Fresu and Antonello Salis Live, The Manifesto 2007 (bought at the stand of Il Manifesto)
Pictures Taken at flight by myself wandering through the stands
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