pp. 171-191 (through “…in which your future is fated and all mapped out for you. Egisto.”)
January 14, 2021 by A Public Space
Ignazio Fegiz to Roberta: “He said that perhaps, in a certain sense, I could be said to be right.” Roberta calls I.F. “as closed as an oyster.” And when he speaks of the truth, his words are as slippery as oyster, too.
Albina’s letter, listing her reasons to want to marry Nino and his reasons to want to marry her, is like a snow-covered volcano.
Missed connections, miscarried plans, broken marriages, uprooted children, driftless adults–a little over half into the novel, we have suffered enough casualties as though we lived through this civil war of desires and discontentments along with the characters.
pp. 108-130 (through “Let me know if you are still sleeping in the room with the bear-cubs. Lucrezia”)