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Enrico Mattioli was born in an Italian city, the capital of that State, washed by a river, built on seven hills, of which he prefers not to make the name for privacy reasons.
Enrico started his career as a humorist, but an experience as a basic union delegate made him passionate about issues related to working environments. Humour and social, therefore, live together in his books.

Books translated – Enrico Mattioli was born in an Italian city, the capital of that State, washed by a river, built on seven hills, of which he prefers not to make the name for privacy reasons.
Enrico started his career as a humorist, but an experience as a basic union delegate made him passionate about issues related to working environments. Humour and social, therefore, live together in his books.

All you need is shopping – Lost in the mall

  Why read this book?   A person who finishes their shift is tired and needs to unplug. Reading a book about the business he just left can be annoying. Circumstances have taken that person away from his true nature. The rhythms of her life are punctuated by work schedules. He experiences the feeling that…

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Amusement Park

      In my book Best’ generation, there is a passage in which I refer to Amusement Park: Who was there before, before? – I wonder. In fact I needed the Amusement Park up to twenty-five years and more. I never stopped going, I just stopped telling everyone I went to it. It was…

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Show business’ stars – chapter two

  Certificate of deposit – CC BY-NC-   My surname has origins from Campania, but my grandparents moved to Rome after the war. Aldo, my father, responsible for human resources at Poste Italiane, had worked in Sardinia, Lombardy, Marche, and during a holiday in London, he met Marina, my mother. She was from San Lazzaro…

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Show business’ stars – chapter three

Show business’ stars       Show business’ stars Troubles in my career began in a theater of the distant Este, province of Padova, on account of a show called Confessions of an actress of failure, which was staged harassment suffered by a girl with fine attainments. I played the role of the teacher who…

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Show business’ stars

Show business’ stars     NOTES Show business’   Documentation work meets many resistances. Few people willingly accept that an outsider insinuates himself into their operating environment to try and reproduce it. Many will find in that attempt aspects treated marginally, they will question their authenticity. Stars of dust, is a story on the show…

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Best’ generation – chapter four

        Certificate of deposit – CC BY-NC-ND Best’ generation Ursula reopened the remembrance drawer. She was engaged to Duilio, who today is the barman of the Banda Larga, but at that time he was John Lee D, the King of the Rock in our neighbourhood. He was the king and she was…

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Best’ generation

    Best’ generation – A sidewolk story   NOTE The generations following the 1970s – so also mine – have no characterization. I mean that in the ’60s they talked about flowers’ power of flowers and universal love, the 70s were marked by controversy and terrorism, but also by social gains. There was good…

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Mail from land – chapter two

      Certificate of deposit – CC BY-NC-ND Mail from land   Baresi calls me on the phone of the corridor to inform me that the next day the delegation of an important Canadian company will come and that they will need the first conference room of the ground floor. I ask him, because…

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Mail from land

      Mail from land NOTES It’s a delicate tale, a rear-wheel drive, which means that it’s counterbalanced by a heavy project on its back. The main character is a mean, I needed a character in which I could pour hidden resentments, fears and also neighbor’s curiosities. Omar doesn’t tell a story of integration…

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Women

WOMEN     Translated by Emilia Maiella At four in the morning, while I’m having a beautiful dream, suddenly the phone in the corridor rings. The one that only rings when a call-centre employee calls to sell me something I don’t want, that telephone that should never ever ring in the middle of the night.…

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