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That Awful Mess on the Via Merulana (New York Review Books Classics) Paperback – February 27, 2007

ISBN-13: 978-1590172223 ISBN-10: 1590172221

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  • Series: New York Review Books Classics
  • Paperback: 400 pages
  • Publisher: NYRB Classics (February 27, 2007)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1590172221
  • ISBN-13: 978-1590172223
  • Product Dimensions: 0.9 x 4.9 x 7.9 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 14.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.3 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (11 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #415,552 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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“The experimental masterpiece modern Italian literature has long been awaiting.… There is a kinship to Joyce, especially in Gadda’s inspired outbursts of comic invective, his ferocious Romantic humor.” —The New York Times

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Text: English, Italian (translation) --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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26 of 27 people found the following review helpful By marco deral on December 9, 2005
Format: Paperback
Obviously Gadda's novel is not the usual crime novel. Basically it's a literary masteripiece which happens to be *also* a crime novel. In it you have everything you usually find in a "classical" whodunit: a victim, a detective, some suspects, police inquiry, and the culprit. But these things are no more than a pretext for such an immense writer like Gadda to talk about Fascist Italy and the city of Rome (Gadda was born in Milan, but he chose to move to Rome and knew the city and the surrounding area incredibly well). Then you have his gift for language, his corrosive irony, his restless intelligence, his deep understanding of the human mind (also with a lot of psychoanalytical insight). Plus a wealth of references to Italian and Latin literature (such as the Retalli family, whose names echo those of Aeneas' family in Virgil' Aeneid). Plus a wide knowledge of Italian geography and anthropology. Not bad for a man who had graduated in engineering!

Somebody complained about descriptions. Well, actually those descriptions, which seem pointless at a first reading, are the plot itself. In the novel, if you read it carefully, you are even told who really killed the rich signora of Via Merulana (btw, a street which really exists in Rome, though at n. 219 there is a shop, not a block of flats). But everything is shown obliquely, indirectly, through allusions and hints that you may easily miss on a hurried reading. I'd say that this is a novel that unfolds reading after reading--just like all real masterpiece.

And I am not surprised Calvino extolled Gadda. Gadda is a slightly greater novelist than Calvino. Ehm, did I say "slightly"? I should have said "decidedly"! Obviously Calvino is one of the greats... but good ol' uncle Carlo Emilio is one of the "greatests".
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22 of 23 people found the following review helpful By A Customer on April 7, 1999
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A philosophical novel...murder mystery, this baroque, caustic, and ultimately poignant work has been lauded by no less than Italo Calvino, whose introduction alone is worth the cover price. Carlo Emilio Gadda--in this and in his only other published novel, _Acquainted With Grief_--concerned himself with the exploration of the interrelatedness of things, the never-ending, kaleidoscopic complexities of life, the myriad, frequently interrelated causes that converge to produce every effect. He was also vehemently anti-fascist, as his outraged--and hilariously scatological--rants against the Mussolini regime attest (Gadda started the novel soon after the close of WWII). More delightful still is Gadda's playful love of language, captured brilliantly in William Weaver's translation. (Why do so few translators, of any language, produce work as stylistically and linguistically rich as Weaver's? His work is consistently brilliant.) This is a fantastic novel. Do yourself a favor and buy a copy. Then thank whichever god you believe in that George Brazilier has for so many years kept this masterpiece in print, to the enrichment of us all.
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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful By Aceto TOP 1000 REVIEWERVINE VOICE on August 2, 2012
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Carlo Gadda is a light of literature hidden from most of us. He is without question of the first tier writers of the previous century. He is a writer who forces the writers' purposes for all to read. Life, or Being, are too complex for logic alone to address. Theoretical abstractions, purest in formal logic and mathematics is trivial without context, useless for consciousness.

Gadda is firstly engineer and scientist; think of Primo Levi. But his training never soils his prose. Instead, you enjoy his talk of gems or physiology. For him, the novelist is sometimes capable of taking you into the real, or, because of extended narrative and plot, through the real. But at any moment he is capable of setting out before us the array of impinging forces on a given moment. His point will be set, then open, then closed again. We resolve nothing. So no ending can make any genuine sense. He bothers not with endings. Not just here, but as a matter of an artist's course.

What better vehicle, then, could there be for such a writer who mixes stone and blood, than a murder mystery? It is perfect because it is nonsense in this context. How could any writer bring off a worthy mystery in this wacky cosmology? So forward he goes, which is the smile of his plunge.

The murder mystery is the perfect anti-solution, where we all focus upon the puzzle without seeing the very structure of the puzzle. Brilliant. Ecco borrowed this move for his own superb murder mystery. This is Gadda's level of humor, and humor in the un-funny sense, too. He paints real layers on a fake canvass. He writes phenomenology across the shroud of our past certainties. And he does it well. The story is never subordinate to his world vision.
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12 of 16 people found the following review helpful By A Customer on August 7, 1998
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It is a great, original, learned, creative, enthralling novel; yes, sure. But it is also a masterpiece of the detective-story genre it its own right. A bold experiment with languages, but also a grandiose fresco of what life in the capital of Italy was like in the early years of Fascism. And a deformed picture of what Italy has been until a few years ago--and probably still is. Maybe detective Ingravallo, the police official who tries to disentangle the awful mess, is not as cynical as his colleagues Marlowe and Spade (not to mention their legitimate heir, Mr. Rick Deckard); but surely he's as clever as his American counterparts, and has the same uncanny ability to read the destinies of his country in the stories of the people he meets during his inquiries. Some of the linguistic wealth of this novel can get lost in translation (e.g. Gadda's wonderful use of Italian dialects, even more baroque than Chandler's usage of slang), but the beauty of the plot and the i! nsights into common history and individual stories are still there. Highly recommended to all those who think that Kafka, Proust, and Joyce are the only avantgarde classics around.
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