Either at some point in his career Baricco
could really write, or maybe this book was actually written by his neighbour,
his brother-in-law, or a random dude he bumped into one day.
Novecento is a delightful theatrical monologue.
The implausible story of its main character is an endearing depiction of
everyone’s desire for security and the fear of the unknown (ironic for a
protagonist who has spent his entire life at sea). The piano duel with Jelly Roll
Morton is a work of art, as is the idea of naming the main character Danny
Boodman T.D. Lemon Novecento. Unlike
the book, Tornatore’s movie – despite remaining very faithful to Baricco’s work
– is just a bit too much (not the first time for the director, in my opinion).
It’s just a big shame that something so well-written
wasn’t followed by anything of a remotely similar calibre.
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