Blogue RBE

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbTQGIR-F34/ThHTSgV-jVI/AAAAAAAACi8/QnPNnk2xB5w/s1600/The+independente.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" i$="true" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbTQGIR-F34/ThHTSgV-jVI/AAAAAAAACi8/QnPNnk2xB5w/s320/The+independente.bmp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Um artigo de Johann Hari sobre como sobreviver nesta era de dispersão e distração:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>In the 20th century, all the nightmare-novels of the future imagined that books would be burnt. In the 21st century, our dystopias imagine a world where books are forgotten. To pluck just one, Gary Steynghart's novel Super Sad True Love Story describes a world where everybody is obsessed with their electronic Apparat – an even more omnivorous i-Phone with a flickering stream of shopping and reality shows and porn – and have somehow come to believe that the few remaining unread paper books let off a rank smell. The book on the book, it suggests, is closing. </em></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>I have been thinking about this because I recently moved flat, which for me meant boxing and heaving several Everests of books, accumulated obsessively since I was a kid. Ask me to throw away a book, and I begin shaking like Meryl Streep in Sophie's Choice and insist that I just couldn't bear to part company with it, no matter how unlikely it is I will ever read (say) a 1,000-page biography of little-known Portuguese dictator Antonio Salazar. As I stacked my books high, and watched my friends get buried in landslides of novels or avalanches of polemics, it struck me that this scene might be incomprehensible a generation from now. Yes, a few specialists still haul their vinyl collections from house to house, but the rest of us have migrated happily to MP3s, and regard such people as slightly odd. Does it matter? What was really lost? </em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">Ler mais no <em>The Independent</em>, 24 Junho  <a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/johann-hari/johann-hari-how-to-survive-the-age-of-distraction-2301851.html">&gt;&gt;</a></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em></em></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><br /></em></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><br /></em></div>