It's called Temperatura, like Francesc Trabal's novel, but it has nothing to do with it because it's a magazine. Its subtitle is "magazine to go to shit". On the website from which it is promoted, they talk about its virtues: "Temperatura is a very good magazine. Really, really good. We founded it as a group of friends who, seeing the panorama, want to distract ourselves while our misery lasts. Each issue includes a poti-poti of interviews, reports, articles, stories, vignettes, comics, pastimes and a long et cetera-etc. The fact that they repeat the phrase etcetera ("etcetera-etcetera") makes it very clear that they do not know what exactly it means.
Its hook is to promote itself as a magazine "for going to shit". How is it different from the rest of the magazines that, although they can also be read in the toilet, are in principle made to be consulted anywhere? I'd say nothing, but this lure encourages curiosity. Eschatology always sells, here and in the Land of the Rising Sun, otherwise known as Japan. In Diari de Girona, Albert Soler interviews its two promoters and at the same time editors, Marc Diudé and Pol Estrada.
When Soler asks them if today's society is sick (a matter of vibrant topicality), they answer: "We don't know if it is sick, but there are many things to improve. Ideologically we are a bit lost, there is a constant feeling of 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 because of the quality of the paper, they answer: "We wanted to claim that, at least when we go to shit, we leave aside the dictatorship of mobile phones".
"The dictatorship of mobile phones"! Here is an irrevocable knockout against cyber addiction. I do not rule out that they will be awarded the Elies Ranera prize for encouraging reading. Happy Saint George!
