Here is the review written by
Emanuele Gentile of East European Studies Center (soon East Observer) and posted on the site www.girodivite.it :
Many people think that history is the result of the interaction between famous personalities, extraordinary events and currents of thought. Shared location. Certainly. However, it implies a reductive interpretation of history. As if people "minor", special events and sensitivity were not original to understand the eternal flow of history. The story - otherwise - is an absolute value that can not be partial or analysis of restrictive attitudes.
is why I found it very interesting book by Marco Iaria "Women, vodka and gulag" published for the types of Limington. Indeed, it is a book that reconstructs a complex and difficult period of our recent history starting from the earthly life of one of the greatest footballers of all time Russian: Eduard Streltsov. Is a name that most of our readers do not say anything.
This approach has already shed the title. Magistral. In just three words, the author summarizes the story of this ace ball in activity between the fifties and sixties. Women, vodka and enclose the experiences of gulag of Streltsov. Existence destroyed by love all too obvious for women and vodka. Love, turned in terrible hell, because of the past five years in the gulag. Because of slanderous accusation: rape. The author tells us
Streltsov using an agile and penetrating prose. It almost seems to read the private diary of the same Streltsov so we managed to enter his most private recesses mood. To make it even more enjoyable to read is to have two overlapping layers of historical reference: the events in the Soviet Union and the world.
The result is that bargaining for all Streltsov in character as that person. I think this is precisely the reason why he was arrested by authorities Soviet. He wanted to be just a football player and not a symbol of the achievements of socialism. Behavior not in line with the hagiography of the period. Ultimately Streltsov is indifferent to politics. Football is at the center of his being. The rest is not interested at all.
Streltsov was one of the few lights from that world called hermetic Soviet Union. In the end he won. In spite of everything. We remember with great pleasure to play its portentous expression of an incomparable talent. His victory. The victory of a man against a simple apparatus obsessive and alienating.
"Eduard Streltsov, the sample". Only this and nothing more.
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