Another book that I’ve read to feel like I was
doing something related to my Ph.D. thesis when, in fact, I was simply reading
for fun (much, much more enjoyable!).
Before reading the book I only thought of
Natalia as Leone Ginzburg’s wife. Needless to say, the book made me change my
outlook. A unique novel/memoir mixing History with a capital “H” and personal
histories, the book covers the time-span between the rise of Fascism and the
early 1950s. Oddly enough, for once, I didn’t lose interest after the end of
WWII – unlike with so many other books, including staples of 20th century
European literature like The Tin Drum.
Apparently it’s enough for a book to be about
the fight against Fascism for me to like it, but this (like, erm, all the other
books on anti-Fascism?!?) hold a special place in my heart.
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