From The Land That Knows No Shame …
Today I’m simply stealing wholesale from Charles Lambert (I even stole the headline of this post). I’m on a deadline and, anyway, I couldn’t have said it any better.
Why does he bother? Because “freedom of the press” in Italy has come to mean “you’re free to invent anything you want to.” And also because someone has to (bother)!
Thursday, 2 July 2009
All the news that’s fit to print
by Charles Lambert
The blonde in the green tee-shirt is Noemi Letizia. She’s the eighteen-year-old who calls Silvio Berlusconi Papi and can’t decide whether to cavort on a table in her underwear or represent Italy at the European parliament (and, let’s face it girls, could you?). The man standing next to her, one hand adoringly encircling her neck, is her boyfriend. His name is Domenico Cozzolino. The older couple behind them, lips pressed together as the pressure within Vesuvius slowly builds to their rear, are the happily-married parents of Noemi, Signor and Signora Letizia, enjoying a moment’s intimacy. The photograph comes from a popular Italian magazine called Chi (Who).
In the preceding paragraph the first and last sentences are true. The rest of it is nonsense. Domenico Cozzolino is not, and never was, Noemi’s boyfriend. He’s pimped himself on afternoon TV and is now a PR. He was asked by Noemi, who’d apparently been prompted by someone else, to pretend to be having an affair with her, indeed, to be engaged to be married. Naturally, no PR worth his salt would turn down the chance to be photographed with a household name for a mass circulation magazine, even if it does mean lying through his teeth. And talking of lying, the couple of canoodlers in the background may be Noemi’s parents, but they aren’t usually this affectionate with each other. They’re separated and have been for some time. The photograph, like the article accompanying it, is a complete fabrication. It’s a lie designed to legitimate the Letizia family and their squalid dealings with the Italian prime minister. Who also happens to be the owner of Mondadori. Which happens to publish Chi.
I don’t know why I bother.
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