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Contents ( 92)
  1. Introduced, edited and with selected translations by Jhumpa Lahiri
  2. Contents
  3. About the Author
  4. A Note on the Citation of Titles and Their Translations
  5. Introduction
  6. Elio Vittorini
  7. Name and Tears
  8. Giovanni Verga
  9. Picturesque Lives
  10. Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa
  11. The Siren
  12. Antonio Tabucchi
  13. Against Time
  14. Italo Svevo
  15. Generous Wine
  16. Leonardo Sciascia
  17. The Long Voyage
  18. Alberto Savinio
  19. Bago
  20. Umberto Saba
  21. The Hen
  22. Lalla Romano
  23. The Lady
  24. Fabrizia Ramondino
  25. The Tower
  26. Luigi Pirandello
  27. The Trap
  28. Cesare Pavese
  29. Wedding Trip
  30. Goffredo Parise
  31. Melancholy
  32. Aldo Palazzeschi
  33. Silence
  34. Anna Maria Ortese
  35. A Pair of Eyeglasses
  36. Alberto Moravia
  37. The Other Side of the Moon
  38. Elsa Morante
  39. The Ambitious Ones
  40. Giorgio Manganelli
  41. Sixteen, Twenty-one, Twenty-eight and Thirty-seven from Centuria
  42. Primo Levi
  43. Quaestio de Centauris
  44. Tommaso Landolfi
  45. Gogol’s Wife
  46. Natalia Ginzburg
  47. My Husband
  48. Carlo Emilio Gadda
  49. The Mother
  50. Ennio Flaiano
  51. A Martian in Rome
  52. Beppe Fenoglio
  53. The Smell of Death
  54. Luce D’eramo
  55. Life as a Couple
  56. Antonio Delfini
  57. The Milliner
  58. Grazia Deledda
  59. The Hind
  60. Alba De Céspedes
  61. Invitation to Dinner
  62. Silvio D’arzo
  63. Elegy for Signora Nodier
  64. Fausta Cialente
  65. Malpasso
  66. Carlo Cassola
  67. At the Station
  68. Cristina Campo
  69. The Golden Nut
  70. Italo Calvino
  71. Dialogue with a Tortoise
  72. Dino Buzzati
  73. And Yet They Are Knocking at Your Door
  74. Massimo Bontempelli
  75. The Miraculous Beach, or, Prize for Modesty
  76. Romano Bilenchi
  77. A Geographical Error
  78. Luciano Bianciardi
  79. The Streetwalker
  80. Anna Banti
  81. Miss
  82. Giovanni Arpino
  83. The Baboon
  84. Corrado Alvaro
  85. Barefoot
  86. Notes
  87. Chronology
  88. Further Reading
  89. Acknowledgements
  90. Copyright Information
  91. About the Translators
  92. THE BEGINNING

I protested weakly: ‘I haven’t understood many of the things you’ve said, but I’ve always attributed my incomprehension to the inadequacy of my own mind, never to an aberration of yours.’

‘Don’t worry, Corbera, it doesn’t matter. All of us old people seem crazy to you young people, and often in fact the opposite is true. To explain myself, however, I’ll have to tell you about my adventure, an uncommon one. It happened when I was “that young gentleman there,” and he pointed at his photograph. ‘I have to go back to 1887, a time that will seem prehistoric to you but is not for me.’

He moved from his place behind the desk and came to sit down beside me on the same couch. ‘Pardon me, but from now on I’ll have to speak in a low voice. Important words cannot be bellowed; the “cry of love” or hate is to be found only in melodrama or among the most uncultivated people, which comes to the same thing in the end. In 1887, then, I was twenty-four years old; I looked like the person in that photograph. I already had my degree in ancient literature and had published two articles on Ionic dialects that had caused a certain stir in my university; and for the previous year I’d been preparing for a competition for a post at the University of Pavia. Also, I had never known a woman. As a matter of fact, I have never known women either before or after that year.’ I was sure that my face had remained stonily impassive, but I was deceived. ‘Your eyelash fluttering is very ill-mannered, Corbera. What I say is the truth – the truth and a boast. I know that we Catanesi are held to be capable of impregnating our own nannies, and that may even be true. Not in my case, however. When one passes one’s days and nights with goddesses and demigoddesses, as I did during that period, there remains little desire to climb the stairs of the brothels of San Berillo. At the time I was also held back by religious scruples. Corbera, you really should learn to control your eyelashes; they betray you constantly. Yes, I said religious scruples. I also said “at the time.” Now I no longer have them; but they were worthless in any case.