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This is the first unexpurgated English edition of Curzio Malaparte’s legendary work The Skin . The book begins in 1943, with Allied forces cementing their grip on the devastated city of Naples. The sometime Fascist and ever-resourceful Curzio Malaparte is working with the Americans as a liaison officer. He looks after Colonel Jack Hamilton, “a Christian gentleman . . . an American in the noblest sense of the word,” who speaks French and cites the classics and holds his nose as the two men tour the squalid streets of a city in ruins where liberation is only another word for desperation. Veterans of the disbanded Italian army beg for work. A rare specimen from the city’s famous aquarium is served up at a ceremonial dinner for high Allied officers. Prostitution is rampant. The smell of death is everywhere. Subtle, cynical, evasive, manipulative, unnerving, always astonishing, Malaparte is a supreme artist of the unreliable, both the product and the prophet of a world gone rotten to the core.
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La pelle, Curzio Malaparte
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- 1991
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- Titel
- La pelle
- Sprache
- Italienisch
- Autor*innen
- Curzio Malaparte
- Verlag
- Mondadori
- Erscheinungsdatum
- 1991
- Einband
- Paperback
- Seitenzahl
- 332
- ISBN10
- 8804342862
- ISBN13
- 9788804342861
- Reihe
- Schlagwörter
- Belletristik, Historisches Thema, Wahre Geschichten, Historische Romane, Klassiker, Kriege, Zweiter Weltkrieg, Südeuropa, Italien, Literarische Fiktion, Verfilmt, Reportage, Italienische Literatur, Nachkriegszeit, Prostitution, Faschismus
- Erstveröffentlichung
- 1949
- Originaltitel
- La pelle
- Bewertung
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- Beschreibung
- This is the first unexpurgated English edition of Curzio Malaparte’s legendary work The Skin . The book begins in 1943, with Allied forces cementing their grip on the devastated city of Naples. The sometime Fascist and ever-resourceful Curzio Malaparte is working with the Americans as a liaison officer. He looks after Colonel Jack Hamilton, “a Christian gentleman . . . an American in the noblest sense of the word,” who speaks French and cites the classics and holds his nose as the two men tour the squalid streets of a city in ruins where liberation is only another word for desperation. Veterans of the disbanded Italian army beg for work. A rare specimen from the city’s famous aquarium is served up at a ceremonial dinner for high Allied officers. Prostitution is rampant. The smell of death is everywhere. Subtle, cynical, evasive, manipulative, unnerving, always astonishing, Malaparte is a supreme artist of the unreliable, both the product and the prophet of a world gone rotten to the core.