The Paper World Cup: Monday, May 31st

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Monday, May 31st

Brazilian Championship,

Messi and elections in Colombia

Almost half the doctors
prescribes what industry wants
Folha de S. Paulo - São Paulo - SP - Brazil

The surprise of

Uribe's
candidate, in Colombia

O Globo - Rio de Janeiro - RJ - Brazil

Messi gets all the
attention and care

Clarín - Buenos Aires - Argentina

A voyage inside the Selección

La Nacion - Buenos Aires - Argentina

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In August, 7th, 1945, newspapers around the World reported the use of a “nuclear artifact” on the Japanese city of Hiroshima. At that time, was commom to read the news with expressions like “extraordinary advance of technics” and “admirable proof ot the human savoir-faire”. But it was unusual, in that august day, to see newspapers talking about the human casualties. Later, this perspective was reversed, and today the “technics advance” the bomb represented (almost) matters to nobody. The loss of thousands of lives, rather, placed in the center of the history, that may be rewritten. The newspapers, however, can’t.

In a moment that is predicated the end of the printed press - and even the book in paper - what is the point of writing a blog on the front pages of newspapers, during a World Cup?

Over time, perhaps, none - except to researchers who, at dawn, alight their eyes on what, long before, was important for people who, perhaps, aren't in this life anymore. Because of this the newspaper continues to be, perhaps, one of the most enduring sources to try to understands (or to confuse more and more) a time, to understand the dimensions of facts that, later, will jump from diaries to the pages of the History books.

The Paper World Cup is not a blog about the World Cup, nor on the press. Rather, it's about the intersection of these two elements, on the approaches that even with globalization, are still so different from one place to another. And it's, sure, about football too.

If the newspaper and the paper book will go away, nobody knows. Or almost nobody - the future belongs to the Octopus Paul.