It's called Temperature, like Francesc Trabal's novel, but it has nothing to do with it because it's a magazine. Its subtitle is “revista para ir a cagar”. On the website from which it is promoted, they talk about its virtues: “Temperatura is a very good magazine. Really, very good. It has been founded by a group of friends who, looking at the panorama, want to distract ourselves while the misery lasts. Each issue includes a hodgepodge of interviews, reports, articles, short stories, cartoons, comics, pastimes and a long etcetera-etcetera”. That they repeat the locution etcetera (“etcétera-etcétera”) makes it clear that they do not know what exactly it means.
Its hook is to promote itself as a "go shit" magazine. How is it different from other magazines that, although they can also be read in the toilet, are basically made to be consulted anywhere? I would say nothing, but that bait encourages curiosity. Eschatology always sells, here and in the Land of the Rising Sun, also known as Japan. In the Diari de Girona, Albert Soler interviews the two promoters of it as well as editors, Marc Diudé and Pol Estrada.
When Soler asks them if today's society is sick (a topical issue), they answer: “We don't know if it is sick, but there are many things that need to be improved. Ideologically we are a bit lost, there is a feeling of constant defeat. The point of union of the people of our generation is that we believe that there is no future”. When he asks them if the scatological subtitle is due to the quality of the paper, they answer: "We wanted to claim that, at least when we were going to shit, we put aside the dictatorship of mobile phones."
"The dictatorship of mobiles"! Here is a final knockout against cyber addiction. I do not rule out that they be awarded the Elies Ranera prize for the promotion of reading. Happy Sant Jordi!
