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Incipit:

"In my father's house, when I was a little girl at the table, if I or my brother spilled the cup on the tablecloth, or drop a knife, the voice of my father thundered: "Do not do bad grace," If
soaked the bread in the sauce, he shouted: "Do not lick the dishes! sbrodeghezzi Do not Do not potacchio do! "Sbrodeghezzi potacchio and were, for my father, modern paintings, which could not suffer."

A story of "environment", rather than events, although through the entire period of fascism and then of the First World War. But the story "great" is, so to speak, reflected in the "small" story of a middle class family, not haughty or arrogant. Elitaria in the sense of believing in some higher values, with firmness and sense of responsibility. A family in which education was considered an important task, a family-fascist culture even before the policy choices.

Emerge tra le altre la figura del padre, sempre tranciante nei giudizi, un uomo forte nel carattere, con un bel lessico triestino: "sbrodeghezzi", "sempia", "asina". Parole che, pur apparentemente offensive, esprimono una calda partecipazione ad una vita famigliare, sempre vivace e mai noiosa.

La drammaticità degli eventi storici durante il fascismo e poi durante le guerra, pur pesando sul piccolo mondo di questa famiglia torinese, con l'esilio, il confino, la prigionia, non sembra scalfire la forza e la resistenza dei protagonisti.

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Herzog by Saul Bellow

Incipit:

If I'm crazy for me to be well, thought Moses Herzog . There was the people who thought it was touched, and for a time even he had doubted. But now, although it continues to behave a bit 'weird, felt full of confidence, cheerful, bright and strong. He seemed to be bewitched, and wrote letters to the most unexpected people. He was so infatuated by the correspondence, since the end of June, wherever he went, trailing behind a suitcase full of papers. He had scope in that case, from New York to Martha's Vineyard. But Martha's Vineyard was riscappato back immediately and two days later he flew to Chicago, from Chicago and was spun into a small town in western Massachusetts. There, hidden in the field, wrote like crazy, frantically, journalists, public figures, friends and family and ended up writing to the dead as well, prior to his death, and even to the dead celebrities.

I really struggled to read this book, but I did. It 's a book full of ruminations of the main character Moses Herzog, who lives a life crisis, following the breakup of his second marriage to Madeleine, who prefers his friend Valentine. Herzog reacts to this crisis by writing letters to everyone, but it is long and heavy ruminations difficult to read. Just these letters, in my view, represent The most tedious part of the book. Some interesting pages here and there, especially when Bellow (Herzog) tells the story of the family of Jewish origin, came from Russia, first in the difficult introduction to the United States and Canada. It follows a Jewish-American environment, and Herzog is a typical intellectual, a bit 'frustrated. I remember the figure of the "trombone", typical of the Italian Academy, but here it is a "trombone", without an audience, or with a very limited audience, as opposed to "trombone" Italians, who are in need of public and power.

Even the final pages in which Herzog spends some time with his little daughter and is involved in an accident and arrested by police for possession of a gun, are interesting and exciting, but the overall balance of a negative opinion. Too bad!