22.06.2016

June 29, 2016

Lots of you people already know why I’m being silent, this week.

Last Wednesday, while she was walking in the mountains with my father as they used to do, my mother slipped, and fell alongside a cliff. Nothing could be done to save her. She died on Friday 24th, in Como.
I like to think she didn’t realize what was happening, and that she died happily in the place she loved most, in the arms of the man she loved more than anything.

We’re bidding her farewell tomorrow, early afternoon, in Santa Maria di Caravaggio, Milano.
Thanks to all my friends, so kind and affectionate in this difficoult moment.

books and literature

S.S. Van Dine’s The Scarab Murder

S.S. Van Dine was the pen name of Willard Huntington Wright (1888–1939), an art critic, editor, and novelist from the US who created Philo Vance, apparently one of the defining amateur detectives of the Golden Age of detective fiction. The Vance series ran to twelve

November 8, 2026 9:00 am

books and literature

Classic Science Fiction Stories

This is the third collection I read from these charming little light-blue books with the golden pages, and they’re uneven at best. Once again, as such, I have mixed feelings about this collection and I’ll have to proceed scientifically to give a rating, so here

November 7, 2026 9:00 am

architecture, engineering and construction

Artificial Integrity in the Age of Anxiety

In 1947, British-American poet W.H. Auden published The Age of Anxiety, a long poem subtitled “A Baroque Eclogue”. In a nutshell, four strangers meet in a bar on Third Avenue in Manhattan, on All Souls’ Night, so it’s even seasonal, in the middle of a

November 4, 2026 9:00 am

1 Comment

Raffaella
Posted at 10:34h, 29 June Reply

Carissima Chiara, trovare il tuo messaggio stamattina e’ stato come un pugno nello stomaco. Ti ho scritto all’unico indirizzo email che ho (quello di IOL), anche se non sono sicura che sia ancora attivo). Il mio email dovrebbe comparire in cima a questo messaggio. In ogni caso, ti sono vicina malgrado le migliaia di chilometri di distanza. Ti voglio bene. Raffaella.