Perhaps we have never been so precarious, as the son Carlo says. Or maybe because the enthusiasm and humility are the essential ingredients to start, as claimed Giangiacomo dad in 1961, when it inaugurates the Institute Feltrinelli in Milan, founded as a library in the Second World War. In 1974 it would become the foundation that, these days, moved to the new futuristic offices of Porta Volta. The Lombard capital encompasses both elements set out by Feltrinelli: enthusiasm, optimism, youthful freshness that today rhymes with “smart” and “start-up”, the liquid society and flexible in Milan seems to win the precariousness of this world, of that other part of Italy that seems not do, trudging, which feels excluded and looks spectator supporting role, outside the gates, the show which is staged at the First della Scala. Only in Milan St. Ambrose goes beyond December 7 and it seems grafted beyond the dimensions of space and time, beyond the borders of a country where it seems a hostage more than engine.
And it is here in Viale Pasubio, between Piazza XXV April and square Baiamonti, which stand the two glass pyramid, designed by the Swiss architects Jacques Herzog and Pierre de Meuron, as if to serve as a protective shell to the impressive artistic heritage preserved in the two plans underground: over 200 thousand volumes, a million and a half of manuscripts, 17,500 periodical collections, ten thousand posters. Further up the five floors, there are the great library-cafeteria, offices and research laboratories, a reading room and event space.
Among the many people who came to the opening, in that long tail that defies the icy cold of December Milanese, in the air that Christmas is not just shopping and department stores, it seems to breathe the enthusiasm invoked from Giangiacomo Feltrinelli more than 50 years ago by one who had the idea of publishing house and whose history, including political commitment and enthusiasm for culture, “it belongs to an Italy that no longer exists”, as written by Enrico Deaglio. Or perhaps it belongs to an Italy that wants to go back to rediscover his primordial soul cradle of the Renaissance. It should be a further, a 2.0 that starts from “Milano cutting edge”, to take the words of President Mattarella borrowed, going beyond “the narcissism of a tweet”, in the thought of Carlo Feltrinelli.
In the aisle that overlook the shelves adorned with books, leafing through the yellowed paper of a volume that does not go out of fashion, isolated from the daily chaos that engulfs and devours any break from the world, these two glass pyramids bring it all home, to quote an album of neo Nobel prize in Literature. There, where the culture you should eat in Milan at Palermo, in this Italy orphan of itself, of its history that destroys its future.