January 12, 2021 | pp 131-150 (through “You’ll meet Anais. Egisto”)
Giuseppe to Lucrezia: “Real friendship does not scratch and bite, and your letter scratched and bit me.” The affair between them is over, but their letters, full of love entangled with discontentment, are the most passionate and wounding words in the novel.
“She is unhappy because now she finds herself carrying around the weight of so many ruined years.”
Thank goodness for Albina and Egisto, two people, despite living with their own muddles, are clear-eyed observers and narrators.
Lucrezia’s marriage ends. Alberico’s little family flounders. Giuseppe starts a relationship with his brother's widow. All these dramas, dryly told in letters, are the best antidote to that old, questionable instruction: show, don't tell.
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)