Pick Up The Fall: A Father's Memoir In 424 Steps Fabricated By Diogo Mainardi Digital Copy

Mainardi's tiny nonfiction book describes his son's birth and cerebral palsy through the lens of art and architectural history, It's a beautiful, devastating idea that fallsno pun intended too flat,

The story is told through"steps," or short vignettes, It's an interesting idea that could work but doesn't within this context, While the decision is poetic and revealed at the end in a heartwarming fashion, it just doesn't work for the first"steps, " The division of the story is a bit tumblrstylepoetry in a sort of mock depth that tragically detracts from Mainardi's point,



Beyond the format though, the heart of Mainardi's work is intrinsically meshy, Like cooking, there's a hodgepodge of diverse events, facts, and histories wrapped up to make a digestible story, While this wasn't innately problematic, it did lead to some precarious comparisons, For example, while few would argue that The Holocaust and cerebral palsy are both terrible conditions, it seems strange to say they're in any other way similar.
Cerebral palsy is a medical condition while The Holocaust was a social one, The Holocaust resulted in the death ofmillion people, while cerebral palsy is a condition possible to live and thrive with, While comparing, even minutely, various shared histories, it feels awkward and difficult to make that connection,

Overall, this was a miss for me, Though I don't have any other recommendations, I don't doubt that there are much better books on either art history and its social connections, or cerebral palsy.

Diogo Mainardi ci offre, con soave levità, un memoriale della propria vita al fianco del figlio Tito, Tito è nato nel settembre dela Venezia ed è affetto, dalla nascita, da una paralisi cerebrale causata da un errore medico, dovuto ad estrema negligenza, del personale impegnato a seguire la madre di Tito nelle fasi del parto.
Con “La caduta: I ricordi di un padre inpassi” Diogo Mainardi racconta, inframmezzando la cronaca quotidiana con spunti di storia, arte, letteratura e poesia, le vicende legate ai primi anni di vita di Tito che è ora avviato verso il traguardo dei suoi primianni.
Con intermezzi che svariano tra la storia, il famigerato “programma Aktion T” di epoca nazista, larte, con accenni a Pietro Lombardo per larchitettura, a Rembrandt e Tintoretto, per fare solo i primi nomi che mi tornano in mente, per la pittura, a Dante e Marcel Proust per la letteratura e a Giacomo Leopardi per la poesia, con qualche intermezzo dedicato anche al cinema, in particolare al duo comico Gianni e Pinotto, Diogo Mainardi ci conduce, passo passo, lungo il cammino dei primi anni del figlio Tito.

I quattrocentoventiquattro passi citati nel titolo rappresentano il più alto numero di passi fatti di seguito dal figlio senza inciampare né rischiare di cadere.
Dopo quella “storica soglia” Tito ha continuato la sua marcia senza più che il padre tenesse il conto, Un libro toccante che però regala anche momenti nel quale affiorano un sorriso sulle labbra, Non si ride, questo no, dato anche il tema di fondo trattato, ma di sorridere, a volte, capita, Un libro del quale consiglio senzaltro la lettura a tutti, Não é exatamente um livro está mais para uma carta, Mas não uma carta aberta: uma carta pessoal, de pai para pai, Porque, não se engane: não é sobre a paralisia cerebral do filho não é sobre sofrimento e superação é sobre ser pai,

Há uma espécie de pai que desaparece quando nasce o filho, Meu pai foi assim comigo eu sou assim com meus filhos, O Diogo do livro da carta é assim com os dois filhos deles um dos quais, incidentalmente, tem paralisia cerebral, o que de certa forma facilita o processo de desaparecimento.


Digo isso porque tive alguns dias dessa experiência: a primeira filha foi prematura e, além de uns dias na UTI neonatal , ficamos alguns meses indo a médicos e laboratórios, na expectativa de alguma seqüela.
Não veio, graças! e os defeitos que ela e o mais novo têm, herdaramnos de mim mesmo não do parto.
E é um pouco mais difícil desaparecer, se os defeitos mais visíveis são tão pessoais, tão genéticos, tão familiares.


Tudo o que se faz, nesta categoria de pai, se faz em função dos filhos, Os filhos são os leitores ideais, futuros não só do que se escreve do que se faz todo dia, Para pais assim, os filhos é que são uma espécie de superheróis, de quem somos apenas os humildes alteregos, Somos os Clarks Kents eles, os SuperHomens,

É disso que se trata, na verdade: uma carta que o alterego do Tito e do Nico escreve para os outros Clarks Kents que há por aí.


E àqueles que se impressionaram com o parágrafo final do Brás Cubas, desculpem, mas é impossível explicar muito além disso: neste credo, transmitir o legado da miséria humana, desaparecendo no processo, é o único passo possível na direção do que é transcendental e divino.
This is a moving and often humorous tribute from a father to his son born with cerebral palsey, The book is laid out intidbits steps of information about his life with his son, The author draws many likenesses of historical Italian monuments and buildings, Brazilian beach detail, and famous people and paintings in history to relate to the trials, tribulations, and remarkable moments in his son's life.
Very interesting book layout and comparisons, I really felt the love this father has for his son,

"I accepted Tito's cerebral palsy,

I accepted it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, I accepted it with delight, I accepted it with enthusiasm, I accepted it with love, ”

“Knowing how to fall is much more valuable than knowing how to walk, ” Really unusual book difficult to classify, Written by the father of a child born with cerebral palsy, it relates the causes of his son's Tito condition and their journey through his childhood via Italian Renaissance architect Pietro Lombardi, Abbott amp Costello and Assasin's Creed II to name but a few.
I can guarantee it won't be the book you're expecting, On Monday, I was given this book in Cambridge by my friend Richard Russell, On Tuesday, I began reading it at a doctor's office in Waltham, On Wednesday, I finished it at a cafe in New York, Now, my mind doubles back and forth and back again as I ponder to whom I should send copies: Frederick of Boston, the charming scholar of Venice, the place where this book was set Christy of Juneau, who blogs so magnificently about her son, who like the author's son, lives with cerebral palsy My children, who, each in their own way, have their lives defined by their children Everyone in the world Maybe.
A wonderful little book, a story of unconditional love, acceptance and the realities of parenting a child with a disability, This is written in short segments that all connect to one another in fascinating ways, This book also examines art and how, for example, a beautiful, welldesigned building may fool us into thinking that what is inside the building must be good as well.
A brief read, but a powerful one, Desavergonhadamente sentimental, como diz o próprio autor, Paternidade radical, desmente a cultura da morte, I dont know what I expected when I picked this up but Im so pleased, I also realize I didnt know much about cerebral palsy but the way Diogo wrote about it was educational but also so interesting, His love for his son and for cerebral palsy was incredible to read, The way he connects everything, all these events in the world to his sons cerebral palsy, the circle, It was wow. This was just a great read, This book, and particular this quote from the book, is going to stay with me for a long time:


"That's the huge secret about disability anyone with experience of it knows that a disabled person is just someone they love.
" “Faldet” er en slags erindringsbog om forfatterens erfaringer som far til en hjerneskadet dreng, Samtidig et strejftog i essayets form gennem kunst, litteratur og idéhistorien, Først og fremmest er bogen dog en fars kærlighedserklæring til sin hjerneskadede søn,

Læs anmeldelsen på Ks bognoter: sitelink dkdiogo I dont know how Other Press does it, They just find these books that, in like,words, less than, digestsize pages, rip me to my gut, Theyve done it again with Diago Mainardis The Fall: A Fathers Memoir inSteps,

You cant even call it heartbreaking, just guttwisting full of emotions, Its the story of a father and his hero, his muse, his son, Tito, a boy born with Cerebral Palsy after the hospital made a mistake during his birth.
Its less a guide from Mainardi on how to deal with raising a kid with this condition, never a whine that his kid isnt normal, but truly, a celebration and notsohumble brag about why this little guy who has never walked more thansteps at a time without falling down is the best kid ever.


The story does, I guess, start off sad, The first steps and the whole book is like this, pieced off into paragraphs that make up “steps” instead of chapters, filled loosely with photographs and pictures outline his wifes pregnancy, the bad jokes Mainardi made as she went into labor about never having a kid that could rival the architecture of that hospital, the mistakes nurses and doctors made by not delivering Tito as they should have, thus causing his Cerebral Palsy.
More than anyone, though, Mainardi blames himself for Titos condition, He blames his bad jokes, he blames the things he said the same things that any father might say, even blames the destiny of all history leading up to this point.
Despite all the early blame, though, you can tell Mainardi doesnt actually care about the circumstances hes a thankful bastard hes got the son he has today.


Maybe midway through begins just the best gushing/fawning over a kid in modern literature, Doctors say his kid will never learn to talk Mainardi writes about the genius of his son who created his own secret language that his whole family can crack like their special code.
Doctors say his kid will never learn to walk Mainardi counts the steps his son can take in a row before “the fall,” which is inevitable.
Practicing on the beach, Tito learns slowly, taking a few steps at a time before landing in the sand, giggling as if a joke rather than getting stumped by the defeat.
The number grows and grows, Tito gets farther before falling down never losing the attitude that its okay to fall over, Eventually this kid, this little wobbly boy that nobody expected to move on his own or communicate, takessteps, Its a marathon. Its a hell of a lot,

Basically this: If youve got a kid, youll know what its like to be so proud of them, from the first time they throw up and dont get it all over your shirt to the first time they count to ten, and youll relate to the gushingdad in Mainardi.
If you dont, and you know anyone with anything setting them back, anyone whos overcome anything everyone talked against, your face is gonna glow with the same pride while reading this.
And, if youre not in either of those groups, youre gonna need to read this book anyway, because its time you see some of the beauty this worlds got.
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