marcin
(Marcin)
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nevertheless the spare, quintessential words
of his vocabulary betray a compassion which
is as deep as it is contained, and are able to
lend an epic greatness to small events,
Fatticeddi [Small Events] (1992), of almost
rural simplicity. An epic without the
“marvelous,” unless one considers in this
manner living “day after day,” as
Quasimodo would have said. De Vita’s moon
has no need of hippogryphs to be reached:
children look at it, crouching in a circle in
the garden, and listen to one of their friends
talk about it: about the whiteness, the spots
in the whiteness, the light it gives, the
halfmoon. And the game played by the
moon as it hides among the clouds. Among
them there is also a small blind boy:
And suddenly Martino
stopped me.
“It’s beautiful”