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Day 1

Zeno’s Conscience by Italo Svevo

p. 3 (Preface)—p. 20 (“I was too busy missing other things.”)

September 13, 2022 by Claire Messud

As Elizabeth Hardwick points out in her preface, “Everything about Svevo was somehow split in two, his psyche and his very existence.” Born Ettore Schmitz, he took the pen name Italo Svevo—the Italian Swabian, an apt name for a man both Italian and German by heritage, raised in Trieste, a city that belonged, in time, both to Austria and to Italy.



James Joyce, who lived in Trieste for many years, gave English lessons to Ettore Schmitz and his family. They became friends, and Joyce—who used Ettore’s wife Livia’s name in Finnegans Wake—championed the writing of Italo Svevo, bringing him fame late in life.



Zeno Cosini, Svevo's protagonist, takes his name from the philosopher Zeno of Citium (c. 335 BCE–c. 263 BCE), the founder of Stoicism. According to the OED, Stoics believe that "the wise live in harmony with the divine Reason… that governs nature, and are indifferent to the vicissitudes of fortune and to pleasure and pain."



Svevo’s comic novel is, of course, a satire of psychoanalysis, which was all the rage in the 1920s. As Elias Canetti wrote in his memoir of 1920s Vienna, “There was hardly a conversation in which Freud’s name did not pop up.” Everything in Zeno’s world is upside down, including (or especially?) his psychoanalyst: Doctor S., who publishes Zeno’s memoirs “in revenge” for his patient breaking off treatment, hoping that “he is displeased.”



Zeno Cosini’s frankness affords much comic delight, as, too, do his often misguided analyses of his and others’ actions and emotions. But there is also true tenderness, as when he recalls pretending to sleep, as a child, on a sofa next to his mother: “The sweetness that…accompanied repose after great weariness is clear to me, like an image on its own, as clear as if I were there, beside that beloved body that no longer exists.”



Attempting to quit smoking has been, for Zeno, a lifelong endeavor, since the age of twenty: “My days were full of cigarettes and of resolutions to smoke no more; and to make a long story short…my days are the same now.” Perhaps, in part, because “I believe the taste of a cigarette is more intense when it’s your last”!

Daily Reading

Day 1

p. 3 (Preface)—p. 20 (“I was too busy missing other things.”)

Day 2

p. 20—p. 37 (“But I would have been amazed to see him really happy, alone and old as he was.”)

Day 3

p. 37—p. 60 (end of “My Father’s Death”)

Day 4

p. 61—p. 80 (“It’s surely easier to change oneself than to reshape others.”)

Day 5

p. 80—p. 98 (“On the crowded Via Cavana, therefore, I had thought more purposefully than in my solitary study.”)

Day 6

p. 98–p. 117 ("'Good for you, Zeno. You’ve earned your keep.’”)

Day 7

p. 117—p. 139 (“all the flotsam accumulated in my nerves would have been swept away by it.”)

Day 8

p. 140—p. 162 (“unless it was crushed beneath an entire speeding train.”)

Day 9

p. 162—p. 185 (“I had found something more than a mere pretext for doing what it was my desire to do.”)

Day 10

p. 185—p. 209 (“I continued acting the sick man.”)

Day 11

p. 209— p. 232 (“wine shouts it, overlooking whatever life has subsequently added.”)

Day 12

p. 232—p. 253 (“but on some crowded city street”)

Day 13

p. 253—p. 271 (end of chapter)

Day 14

p. 272–p. 296 (“I would not torment myself any more for having wanted to play that false role of Mentor.”)

Day 15

p. 296—p. 318 (“the Ada who had scornfully repulsed me no longer existed, unless my medical books were mistaken.”)

Day 16

p. 318—p. 336 (“But did that axiom apply also to Guido?”)

Day 17

p. 336—p. 357 (“…unless I was supported by all the members of the family.”)

Day 18

p. 358— p. 378 (“I would say this to Ada herself at the first opportunity.”)

Day 19

p. 378—p. 394 ("I would find, at tomorrow’s opening, the high level of that morning.”)

Day 20

p. 394—p. 418 (“…I must throw away these playthings.”)

Day 21

p. 418—End


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