18 jun. 2008


Nantas Salvalggio. I fuggitivi. 1989.

I learned some Italian from this, but it is a very bad novel--incompetently, almost randomly plotted, in a crude slice-of-life technique. It takes place in a prison for youths. I probably am not competent to judge the level of the prose, but even someone who doesn't know Italian can see it's not at all well-written. Salvaggio is a journalist turned novelist, and it shows.

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