Thank God for Europa. They are doing a great job in bringing unknown European novelists to the American market.

De Silva is a revelation. I Hadn't Understood is a hilarious and poignant story of a fairly inept Neapolitan lawyer who ends up defending a mobster. Malinconico,the lawyer, narrates his own story and it is filled with humorous asides, cringe-inducing longings and a fair amount of good luck. Malinconico hardly has any clients and his love life is a mess.

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Occassionally he sleeps with his Thank God for Europa. They are doing a great job in bringing unknown European novelists to the American market.

De Silva is a revelation. I Hadn't Understood is a hilarious and poignant story of a fairly inept Neapolitan lawyer who ends up defending a mobster. Malinconico,the lawyer, narrates his own story and it is filled with humorous asides, cringe-inducing longings and a fair amount of good luck. Malinconico hardly has any clients and his love life is a mess. Occassionally he sleeps with his ex-wife.

It's completely on her terms. In keeping with his understanding of the world, he refers to her live-in boyfriend as the 'cuckold.' The truth is that he's the real cuckold. His wife left him for the other guy.

His defense of the mobster is a hesitant affair that he does his best to avoid. However, once a mobster is assigned to tail him and actually saves Malinconico from a beating, the forlorned lawyer takes the case. Malinconico's digressions are wroth reading on their own. A few of them are complete chapters.

My favorite being 'What Malinconico Would Say about Gilbert O'Sullivan, About his Submerged Pessimism and the Pedophobia of Contemporary Pop Music If Anyone Were Ever to Ask Him (A Decidedly Improbably Eventuality). Once a week, I listen to Casey Cassem's top 40 reruns from the 1970s. When you do that it's hard to avoid Gilbert O'Sullivan's Alone Again, which must have been in the top 40 for a year. What makes this novel truly satisfying rather than just a lark is that Malinconico finds a new way of dealing with the world. He starts to learn a few helpful life lessons from the mobsters he so detests. This is done quietly and quite believably. I loved reading this book.

Vincenzo Malinconico is a lawyer with an almost non-existent practice, still yearning for the wife who left him two years ago for an architect (why is it that ex-wives always seem to end up with architects, he asks), when out of the blue he’s summoned to act as the court-appointed lawyer at the initial interview of a man found with a severed hand buried in his backyard. It’s immediately clear to him that his client, Fantasia, is a very nasty piece of work and the whiff of the Camorra is strong in Vincenzo Malinconico is a lawyer with an almost non-existent practice, still yearning for the wife who left him two years ago for an architect (why is it that ex-wives always seem to end up with architects, he asks), when out of the blue he’s summoned to act as the court-appointed lawyer at the initial interview of a man found with a severed hand buried in his backyard. It’s immediately clear to him that his client, Fantasia, is a very nasty piece of work and the whiff of the Camorra is strong in the air. To his own surprise, he does rather well in the initial duel with the Acting District Attorney and his cheeky performance impresses his client, so much so that he finds himself pursued by the Camorra to see the case through. What follows is both funny and sinister, “a cunning account of the Mafia’s influence on everyday life”, as the blurb says, and a wry examination of the male ego.

Against his will Vincenzo finds himself tagged by a Camorra minder/bodyguard who gets him out of a number of ugly situations so that he is forced to recognize the power of brute force and the social and political clout the brand has. But he certainly isn't cut out for working with the Camorra. 'The secret of the Camorra's success, I think as I'm standing there, must be the way that they eliminate the whole idea of problem-solving. In their cognitive system, probably, there is no human situation that can't be solved in a brisk and direct manner. Whereas I'm constantly overwhelmed by imponderables.

I have a horror of death. I perceive life as something that continually opposes an obstinate and dignified resistance to my every desire. I have, so to speak, a mortgage holder’s attitude to life. Life gives me a series of deadlines, life obliges me to make a number of periodic payments, if that conveys the idea. It's not something I take for granted, the idea that I'm here and that life is here too, that we’re both in the same place. Life isn't free, you know.

I have always had this idea of life as a mortgage that extracts a portion of what I make every month, while at the same time preventing me from turning into a complete savage, in a certain sense.' (264) If you’re a crime reader you’ll like this. Even if, like me, you aren’t really, you’ll probably fall for Vincenzo’s voice, which the racy English translation captures perfectly. He’s an instantly engaging character, perpetually puzzled by life’s refusal to form a logical narrative.

In his relationship with his ex-wife and with a new love, in his relationship with his children, with the neighbour who seems to want to confide in him at the most inconvenient moments, with his bad-penny minder Tricarico, even with the yappy little dog that terrorises visitors to his downmarket office, he’s constantly besieged by the sense that he doesn’t know what’s coming next and he doesn’t know how he got where he is now. 'I only wish (really, I do wish) that the out-of-date disappointments, the wrong people, the answers I failed to give, the debts I incurred needlessly, the small cruelties that poisoned my soul, all the things I can't relegate to the past, love stories especially — would just vanish from my mind and never come back. Michael Ende Die Unendliche Geschichte Ebookers. But I'm filled with residue and after effects, specters with nothing better to do who just drop by to see me all the time.

I blame it on memory, which freezes and thaws of its own volition, hindering the digests and of life and making you feel appallingly alone when you least expect it' (19) But Vincenzo is no mere lovable bumbler. De Silva plays a great riff on the lone-wolf private investigator, crappy car, gorgeous women and all, but the book is much more than that. It’s about the deals we make with ourselves, the lines we spin ourselves and the sudden, brief illuminations we have about what’s really going on in us. And about the fact that every life does have its own crazy logic. 'I’m not a narrator you can rely on', Vincenzo tells us early on.

Oh yes, we can, and for exactly these reasons: 'I’m too interested in incidental considerations that can take you off track. When I tell a story, it's like watching someone rummage through the drawer where they keep their receipts and records.I daydream, I get distracted, I make little piles of paper. I find things I wasn’t looking for and stop to think about them' (20) A funny, clever, thoughtful book, it won the Naples Prize for Fiction on its publication in 2007 and was shortlisted for the Strega Prize. Rooster-Lit���: Brillante con qualche eccesso o ripetizione La storia di un breve tratto nella vita dell'Avv. Malinconico � un divertente libro italo-napoletano. [per la presentazione generica leggetevi la copertina, qui non copioincollo] Nel senso che descrive un personaggio differente dagli italo-milanesi, dagli italo-romani ma non pi� staccato in un regno a parte o esotico addirittura.

Quel poco di napoletanit� originale che esce, siamo grati di non leggere usuratissimi stereotipi, � nelle pa Rooster-Lit���: Brillante con qualche eccesso o ripetizione La storia di un breve tratto nella vita dell'Avv. Malinconico � un divertente libro italo-napoletano. [per la presentazione generica leggetevi la copertina, qui non copioincollo] Nel senso che descrive un personaggio differente dagli italo-milanesi, dagli italo-romani ma non pi� staccato in un regno a parte o esotico addirittura. Quel poco di napoletanit� originale che esce, siamo grati di non leggere usuratissimi stereotipi, � nelle parole dialettali insopprimibili perch� l'equivalente italiano non ha lo stesso esatto significato. Il meraviglioso Rattuso ad esempio.

(altri termini mi sono rimasti assolutamente oscuri e chieder� esplicito aiuto) La scelta dei nomi � cialtronescamente ruffiana, 'Vincenzo Malinconico' ma almeno ha il pregio della franchezza. C'� anche un signor 'Talento'. Un Vincenzo Russo a voler dire uno come noi o un Vincenzo Finkielbausch per straniarlo sarebbero state scelte peggiori.

Le riflessioni sono il suo pezzo forte, dove cala le sue frasi a effetto ma si sente talvolta l'artificiosa costruzione per l'eccessiva lunghezza e cavillosit� delle rimuginazioni. Altro elemento debole � la storia erotico- sentimentale con la collega. Mentre la moglie gode di originalit� e appare assai viva, l'altra bella signora (pure la moglie lo �) Madama Novit� � troppo ovviamente vicina alla risposta al problema 'mi ci vuole qualcosa per far salire l'autostima a quest'uomo di mezzet�'. Una gran bella donna! Purtroppo fotocopia delle migliaia logoramente abusate: la signora Alessandra � la donna che mediamente si ordinerebbe volentieri dal catalogo delle signore: 'un'Ale anche per me, prego, anch'io, pure!' Nulla spiega come mai lei ordini invece lui dal catalogo dei signori.

Errore frequentissimo ma non per questo meno grave. Mi sa che il frequente ricorso a dosi massive di nebulosit� femminile mista a capsule d'imprevedibilit� muliebre siano spesso truccacci del narratore per togliersi da un impasse. Ecco perch� Rooster-Lit. La Chick-Lit per lui. La differenza fra chick-lit e la lit tout court essendo la plausibilit� scambievole della relazione.

Ha ragione l'autore attraverso Maliconico al lamento che quando sei stratificato al suolo ti occorrerebbe proprio quel tipo di donna che mai vedrebbe un uomo stratificato, (simmetrico con analoga situazione femminile) per� al doveroso lamento contro la preponderanza del maschio 'alfa' geneticamente inserito nella memoria femminile, fa seguire 'o' miracolo'. Contiene anche svariati elementi di psicologia camorristica e sociologia partenopea del crimine.

Mi sembrano un po' troppo facili: per adesso li archivio nel non si sa mai. Non avendo alcun elemento per saggiarne la verit� o la plausibilit� stanno in attesa di conferme o smentite di chi sa. Insomma spesa modesta, ore felici e liete, categoria del 'ce ne fossero', ma spazi di miglioramento ampi.

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