Tommaso Landolfi: a note and a fragment
by
Giuseppe Cornacchia and Santi Spadaro

Tommaso Landolfi, born in 1908, earned a master degree in russian literature. He was writer and translator (russian authors above all: Gogol, Cechov, Puskin, Turgenev, Tolstoj) and got some important italian prizes (Viareggio, 1958; Bagutta, 1964; Strega, 1975) for short stories collections and novels. He died in 1979.
His ironic and inventive mood, his skills in language and deep culture hardly ever let readers understand whether he jokes or reveals a dissatisfaction about life; Landolfi was a gambler and liked drawing lots in writing too, but was always conscious of his value and it's impossible not noticing the brightness of his best pages, so that young italian artists still look at him as an example.
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Tutti, rio tempo sconoscente, |
Ungrateful time, look at what you've done You have made a serf of everyone of us But the pen is nothing like a plough: the more it weighs my hand the more its trace fades away And the more it gets lighter The more deepens its mark.
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