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Premio Strega 2004. Due storie di famiglie parallele, ma destinate a incontrarsi. Quella del Maestro, giovane anarchico che arriva da Sapri, alla fine dellOttocento, per insegnare in un paesino della Toscana, dove si stabilirà avendo dalla vedova Bartoli numerosi figli dai nomi emblematici: Ideale, Libertà e Cafiero. E quella di Rosa e Ulisse Bertorelli, commerciante di maiali, da cui nasceranno Annina e Achille. Lamore tra Annina e Cafiero è solo un momento dellintreccio di vicende pubbliche e private, realistiche e fantastiche, che lautore costruisce in questo romanzo, epopea di drammi e di ideali, di personaggi allaltezza dei grandi sommovimenti della storia.
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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
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