By Amara Lakhous
A compelling mixture of social satire and homicide mystery.
A small culturally combined neighborhood dwelling in an residence development within the heart of Rome is thrown into disarray while one of many acquaintances is murdered. An research ensues and as all of the victim’s buddies is wondered, the reader is accessible an all-access cross into the main colourful local in modern Rome. every one personality takes his or her flip center-stage, “giving evidence,” recounting his or her story—the dramas of racial identification, the anxieties and misunderstandings born of a lifestyles spent on society’s margins, the day-by-day humiliations provoked by means of mainstream culture’s fears and indifference, preconceptions and insensitivity. What emerges is a relocating tale that's universal to us all, even if we are living in Italy or l. a..
This novel is lively by means of a method that's as colourful because the local it describes and is characterised by means of likely easy equipoise that borrows from the cinematic culture of the Commedia all’Italiana as exemplified through administrators comparable to Federico Fellini.
At the center of this bittersweet comedy instructed with affection and sensitivity is a social fact that we regularly are likely to forget about and an anthropological research, clean in its generosity, that can't fail to fascinate.
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M. This morning Benedetta told me, “Today they’re going to announce the final judgment on Giulio Andreotti. ” She is waiting very anxiously for the verdict, she wants to know the truth about the relationship between the state and the Mafia. ” THE TRUTH ACCORDING TO IQBAL AMIR ALLAH Signor Amedeo is one of the few Italians who shop in my store. He’s an ideal customer: he pays cash—I’ve never written his name in my credit book. There’s a real difference between him and the rest of the customers, like the Bangladeshis, the Pakistanis, and the Indians, who pay at the end of the month.
Rome is the city where people come from all over. Do me a favor, don’t accuse Amedeo of being an immigrant. We Italians are like that: in tough times we don’t trust each other, instead of helping we do all we can to hurt each other. Are we a people who have betrayal in our veins? During the Second World War we fought with the Germans, then we revolted against them and were allied with the Americans. I still remember the American soldiers on the streets of Naples. I was a pretty girl then, and all the boys liked me.
Second. The gardens of Piazza Vittorio are the favorite place for Chinese children to play. Third. They say that the Chinese eat cats and dogs. After all those things I’ve told you, there is no doubt that the Chinese stole poor little Valentino and ate him! Signor Amedeo is innocent. Arrest his Albanian friend, question him carefully, you’ll see, he’ll break down and confess. I’ve caught him red-handed many times trying to break the elevator. I’ve seen him go up and down for no reason, he goes up to the top floor and down to the ground floor.