He made crazy faces and, dangling fifty feet in the air with one hand holding on the grating, he sprayed WC (Wild Child) on the Scalamandre bricks with the other. Then there was NESS, who hung upside down in impossible positions, tagging building walls, and subway platforms … They were miracle acts. We looked up, as if to the heavens, to see their art. READ MORE
The cover of My Brilliant Friend surprised me. Where were the beheaded women of the previous novels? Or the women laid bare before themselves and before the reader’s eyes? And if not another beheaded woman, where was that disquieting imagination that already oozed from the book cover? READ MORE
A Q-and-A with a scholar of the dialects of Southern Italy.