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Condition: Very Good Very slight denting to top of front cover and slight nick to top of back cover; very slight discolouring of spine; almost unnoticeable crease on front. Spine unbroken. Previous bookseller's price in pencil on front endpaper. Pages slightly browning as normal with age. Plot / Content: "Ernesto was a sixteen-year-old boy whose innocent sensuality and intense curiosity led him into an affair with an older man - the first step on a journey to self-realization and adulthood. "Ernesto is a novel about adolescence and initation which Umberto Saca believed would never be published - dealing with a taboo subject, it is a celebration of life, full of tenderness, humour and great warmth. "a number of letters and notes to this edition explain the genesis of Ernesto and its links with the fascinating, vanished culture of fin de siècle Trieste. (from the cover) Background / Biography: Umberto Saba was born Umberto Poli in Trieste. Married Carolina Woelfler in 1909, their only child, Lina (Linuccia) born in 1910. Lived in various places in northern Italy until Saba bought a bookshop in Trieste in 1919. First edition of his great Canzoniere, 'a sort of Odyssey of man of our times', published at own expense in 1921. Described his as a life 'relatively poor in external events but rich, at times excrutiatingly so, in emotions and inner resonances'. Died in Gorizia, 1957. (from the book) Reviews: Clicking on advertiser links on this site may allow these companies to gather and use information about your visit to this and other websites to provide you with advertisements about goods and services presumed to be of interest to you. |
Quote from this book "You were good - good as gold, said the man when they were both dressed again and had brushed themselves down. Ernesto frowned, but he was pleased by the man's praise. Did you like it? he asked. I was in heaven. But you liked it too - admit it. Less than that! A bit at first, yes, then it hurt. I yelled as well. You yelled? Didn't you hear me yell Aah!? . . . And why did you call me an angel? What else should I call you? Angels don't do things like this, Ernesto said brusquely. They don't even have bodies." from chapter eight Secondhand booksellers |
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