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This is the first unexpurgated English edition of Curzio Malaparte’s legendary work The Skin . The book begins in 1943, with Allied forces cementing their grip on the devastated city of Naples. The sometime Fascist and ever-resourceful Curzio Malaparte is working with the Americans as a liaison officer. He looks after Colonel Jack Hamilton, “a Christian gentleman . . . an American in the noblest sense of the word,” who speaks French and cites the classics and holds his nose as the two men tour the squalid streets of a city in ruins where liberation is only another word for desperation. Veterans of the disbanded Italian army beg for work. A rare specimen from the city’s famous aquarium is served up at a ceremonial dinner for high Allied officers. Prostitution is rampant. The smell of death is everywhere. Subtle, cynical, evasive, manipulative, unnerving, always astonishing, Malaparte is a supreme artist of the unreliable, both the product and the prophet of a world gone rotten to the core.
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La pelle, Curzio Malaparte
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- Jaar van publicatie
- 1991
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- Titel
- La pelle
- Taal
- Italiaans
- Auteurs
- Curzio Malaparte
- Uitgever
- Mondadori
- Jaar van publicatie
- 1991
- Formaat
- Paperback
- Aantal pagina's
- 332
- ISBN10
- 8804342862
- ISBN13
- 9788804342861
- Reeks
- Tags
- Fictie, Historisch thema, Waargebeurde verhalen, Historische romans, Klassiekers, Oorlogen, Tweede Wereldoorlog, Zuid-Europa, Italië, Maatschappelijke romans, Verfilmd, Reportages, Italiaanse literatuur, Naoorlogse Periode, Prostitutie, Fascisme
- Eerste editie
- 1949
- Oorspronkelijke titel
- La pelle
- Beoordeling
- 4,05 van 5
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- This is the first unexpurgated English edition of Curzio Malaparte’s legendary work The Skin . The book begins in 1943, with Allied forces cementing their grip on the devastated city of Naples. The sometime Fascist and ever-resourceful Curzio Malaparte is working with the Americans as a liaison officer. He looks after Colonel Jack Hamilton, “a Christian gentleman . . . an American in the noblest sense of the word,” who speaks French and cites the classics and holds his nose as the two men tour the squalid streets of a city in ruins where liberation is only another word for desperation. Veterans of the disbanded Italian army beg for work. A rare specimen from the city’s famous aquarium is served up at a ceremonial dinner for high Allied officers. Prostitution is rampant. The smell of death is everywhere. Subtle, cynical, evasive, manipulative, unnerving, always astonishing, Malaparte is a supreme artist of the unreliable, both the product and the prophet of a world gone rotten to the core.









