The City and the House by Natalia Ginzburg Day 16

“The house where I live now is profoundly alien to me, and it has always been.”
Change the word “house” to “life” or “world”, the statement would still be an apt summery of Giuseppe’s situation, and many others'.

All these deaths later, Giuseppe and Lucrezia on the phone: “It was a long-distance weep.” For a moment, these two are as tragic and as absurd as two minor, blundering Greek gods.

The City and the House: what a devastating novel. It might as well be called Orphans with Parents, or, Lovers without Love, or, The Story of Meatloafs and Other Imperfections.