How dreadfully boring! Seriously, I
understand this book is meant to be one of the greatest Italian 20th
century novels, but can we all just agree that it’s a 150-page yawn in the 21st
century?
So, Vitangelo Moscarda (even his name is dreadful)
is a loan shark and is having second thoughts about his life and his identity.
So what? 90 years after the book’s publication all its brilliant points are
just so utterly trite. I got really happy when towards the end he got mortally
wounded – knowing that there were still a few pages to go I was hoping that the
first-person narrator would then start telling some bizarre after-life tale that
could add a bit of flair to this novel. Sadly, Pirandello just seemed to use
the term “mortally wounded” rather inappropriately, as Vitangelo survives…
Or maybe I’m just being harsh because
Pirandello was fundamentally a Fascist?!?
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