Wednesday, September 28, 2022

The Moon and the Bonfires, by Cesare Pavese

Cesare Pavese is a name I feel I've been familiar with for a long time, but I don't know why and I didn't really know who he was until I read Natalia Ginzburg's Family Lexicon, which is what led me to The Moon and the Bonfires. I feel like it took me forever to read, but in fact it was only two weeks. It's a slim book; I didn't read on more days than I did during those two weeks. I'm preparing to move, so I've had lots of other things to do around the house when I had a free moment and even when I did want to take a break, my mind was too busy to read something slow and contemplative, which The Moon and the Bonfires was. 

The book takes place on farms and in small villages in the Piedmontese region between Genoa and Turin. The present day of the book is a few years after the end of World War II, but much of the story is set in the past – when the narrator, who is 40 in the present, was a boy and a young man. In the early years of Fascism in Italy, the narrator left for America, where he traveled west to California and made a small fortune making liquor and wine before being interned during the war. We only get bits and pieces of the narrator's time in the U.S. – he's more interested in telling us about his childhood. He was a bastard taken in by a poor family of tenant farmers who wanted the monthly stipend given in return for his care. When that family moved on, he was given room and board in return for light labor on the estate of a wealthy family in the village. He spent his teenage years working for that family and the central story revolves around them: the three daughters, their suitors, the other workers in the household. It's unclear to the reader why the narrator has returned to this village after the war. It seems to be unclear to himself, and to his childhood friend, Nuto, with whom he reunites as well. You sense that he's trying to recapture that time before, but he has become different now from leaving. And the ones who stayed have become different too, from staying – through the war, the Fascist regime, the Partisan resistance, the German occupation. 

Unlike his narrator in The Moon and the Bonfires, Pavese did stay in Italy through the Mussolini era. He was an anti-fascist who, like Carlo Levi and Natalia Ginzburg, was arrested and sent to a village in the south of Italy (Calabria in Pavese's case) for a year of confinement. After his release he worked as an editor for a leftist newspaper and as a translator of English books. It felt strange to be reading this book at the moment when a neo-Fascist regime seems about to take hold in Italy. 

Thursday, September 8, 2022

Rum Punch, by Elmore Leonard

After a strong start, by big plans for Women in Translation month blew up. I finished three books and had three more I intended to get to, but the first one I picked up – Death in Spring, by Mercè Rodoreda – just wasn't working for me and I stalled out. I've read three other books by Rodoreda and adored two of them, so I had picked that one on the assumption it would be a delight, but it's incredibly dark and quite different from the other books of hers I've read. I may go back to it yet, but it wasn't for me in the moment. 

I was still waffling on finishing it or starting something new when I headed to Philadelphia last Friday, and then on my way out the door I found a copy of Rum Punch on the free table in my lobby. I hadn't read anything by Elmore Leonard before, but I thought it might be just what I needed for the train trip ahead. Between my trip down, short spurts of reading in my dad's backyard, and my trip home, I got about two-thirds of the way through the book. Tuesday, I had a work trip to Connecticut that involved another several hours on the train and I thought I would finish the book, but when I tried to read on the ride home I found it too stressful – the events in the book were reaching their denouement and I found myself worried about how things would go. Being unfamiliar with Leonard, I didn't know: would he give me the ending I wanted, or would it all go wrong? I started to wonder if I would even finish the book before I had to leave for Texas tomorrow. But last night, after I finished work I found I was in a mental state where I could read. I sat down on the couch and finished Rum Punch in the space of an hour. It did give me what I hoped for, which I suppose was a relief. But I now have no idea what I'll read en route to Houston.