We have a new Manzoni, Alessandro Salvini. He rinsed his new book “Controvento” in the Arno, at Francesca Verdini’s house, and rewrote the chapter on his beauty twelve times. The leader of the League now tells his friends: “This is my will. Give it as a gift!”. The first print run is 45 thousand copies and the famous “twenty-five readers” are not enough for Salvini. He is asking the Northern League leaders to hold banquets in every city and organize appointments. He presents the book today in Milan where he wants to announce that his other literary colleague, General Vannacci, Massimo D’Azeglio in the flowered dressing gown, is ready to run for the European elections. We are at the Memories as Rebirth phase. He writes like a madman, he reviews the lampshade closely and does not accept criticism. He is the “betrothed”.
Salvini is now consumed with literature. In addition to the book published by Piemme, he also files the interviews, to Chi (he released them this week) where he talks about the sweet Francesca, who would have opened up to him, Salvini reveals, “worlds I didn’t know” and with whom he wants “to have a child ”. On Sunday, for the forty years of the League, in Bergamo, the militants were waiting for him, but what about him? He connected via video. He was in Tuscany, in Montecatini for a meeting because Salvini now creates bread without salt and aspirates vowels. Six months of gestation, an armored text. They tell Mondadori that the chapter on Francesca, title, “The Myrtle Girl” was awaited as Dan Brown’s last manuscript. Journalists, those who have written books about, and with, Salvini, including biographies, confirm: “Written entirely by him”. Not even the publishing house can afford to decide how, with whom, and where it presents it. All we know is that on April 30, it will be Rome’s turn, and Salvini will talk to “a great adversary”. If he hasn’t thought about Foglio he is just a minor opponent. At the moment, the anticipated chapters are those on Mario Draghi, Berlusconi, where it is clear that Salvini has a difficult relationship with the telephone. Macron calls him to invite him not to leave the Draghi government, and he, he writes in the book, was in Como, on a boat, and his phone didn’t have any reception (“My staff started looking for me incessantly, but I was on a boat , in an area without a field”). The first time Berlusconi, Salvini, Don Lisander, still a simple city councilor, looked for him, he was in the car and still didn’t answer because “the number was unknown” and only once he got home, when the cell phone starts ringing again, then yes , that he actually decides, “ok, I’ll grab my cell phone”. The literary agents reveal: “You should know that he locked himself in his room in Milan and could not tolerate being disturbed in the creative act.” It’s better than John Fante who, in solitude, wrote: “I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room. It was an important moment in my life; I had to make a decision: either I paid or I left. I solved it by turning off the light.” Stefano Candiani, in the Chamber, can’t wait to read the tome, but first “I have to win the municipal elections in Tradate”. Well. Salvini wants to make the trip to Italy, he signs copies. Manzoni had the snuffbox dear, but Salvini opens the phone and it’s a selfie. For Alberto Savinio, every politician was just a failed writer who sought power in denied glory. Vannacci, Salvini? Make them write. Give full powers, to the title page.
