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This is the first unexpurgated English edition of Curzio Malaparte’s legendary work The Skin . The book begins in 1943, with Allied forces cementing their grip on the devastated city of Naples. The sometime Fascist and ever-resourceful Curzio Malaparte is working with the Americans as a liaison officer. He looks after Colonel Jack Hamilton, “a Christian gentleman . . . an American in the noblest sense of the word,” who speaks French and cites the classics and holds his nose as the two men tour the squalid streets of a city in ruins where liberation is only another word for desperation. Veterans of the disbanded Italian army beg for work. A rare specimen from the city’s famous aquarium is served up at a ceremonial dinner for high Allied officers. Prostitution is rampant. The smell of death is everywhere. Subtle, cynical, evasive, manipulative, unnerving, always astonishing, Malaparte is a supreme artist of the unreliable, both the product and the prophet of a world gone rotten to the core.
Acquisto del libro
La pelle, Curzio Malaparte
- Lingua
- Pubblicato
- 1991
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- (In brossura)
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- Titolo
- La pelle
- Lingua
- Italiano
- Autori
- Curzio Malaparte
- Editore
- Mondadori
- Pubblicato
- 1991
- Formato
- In brossura
- Pagine
- 332
- ISBN10
- 8804342862
- ISBN13
- 9788804342861
- Serie
- Tag
- Narrativa, Tema stórico, Storie vere, Prosa storica, Classici, Guerre, Seconda guerra mondiale, Europa Meridionale, Italia, Romanzi sociali, Adattato in un film, Reportage letterario, Letteratura Italiana, Periodo post-bellico, Prostituzione, Fascismo
- Prima pubblicazione
- 1949
- Titolo originale
- La pelle
- Valutazione
- 4,05 su 5
- Descrizione
- This is the first unexpurgated English edition of Curzio Malaparte’s legendary work The Skin . The book begins in 1943, with Allied forces cementing their grip on the devastated city of Naples. The sometime Fascist and ever-resourceful Curzio Malaparte is working with the Americans as a liaison officer. He looks after Colonel Jack Hamilton, “a Christian gentleman . . . an American in the noblest sense of the word,” who speaks French and cites the classics and holds his nose as the two men tour the squalid streets of a city in ruins where liberation is only another word for desperation. Veterans of the disbanded Italian army beg for work. A rare specimen from the city’s famous aquarium is served up at a ceremonial dinner for high Allied officers. Prostitution is rampant. The smell of death is everywhere. Subtle, cynical, evasive, manipulative, unnerving, always astonishing, Malaparte is a supreme artist of the unreliable, both the product and the prophet of a world gone rotten to the core.