January 10, 2021 | pp. 88-107 (through “…but perhaps he’ll write to you one day. Lucrezia")
“He went to America in order to hide himself away under his brother’s wings. But brothers don’t have wings.”
Clear-eyed Albina! Lucrezia seeks Giuseppe's protection in her love affair with him. Albina, once in love with Giuseppe too, has no such illusion.
"It’s not as if death were something meritorious. It comes to everyone sooner or later.”
Death is never mundane, yet what a quintessential Ginzburg character Albina is, as unsentimental as Ginzburg.
“My brother loved her, and as it’s turned out, she is the only thing of his I still have.”
An understatement of a fraught triangle. One would hate to parse the sentence, for fear of losing the various facets and disturbing the muddled beauty.
January 5, 2021 | pp. 1-20 (through “We will see one another next Saturday. I’ll bring Ignazio Fegiz. Egisto”)
January 11, 2021 | pp. 108-130 (through “Let me know if you are still sleeping in the room with the bear-cubs. Lucrezia”)
January 14, 2021 | pp. 171-191 (through “…in which your future is fated and all mapped out for you. Egisto.”)
January 16, 2021 | pp. 212-228 (through “I buy black underpants so that I won’t have to wash them so often.”)
January 17, 2021 | pp. 229-247 (through “I buy black underpants so that I won’t have to wash them so often.”)
January 18, 2021 | pp. 248-265 (through “…and anyway she doesn’t like children. Yours, Giuseppe)
January 19, 2021 | pp. 248-265 (through “…and anyway she doesn’t like children. Yours, Giuseppe)