In world literature there are little treasures that are often unknown or only read by fans of all genres. In my case I want to speak about a gem of the period between 1700 and 1800: a gothic novel as beautiful as strange and mysterious is his story. The gothic novel is a narrative genre that was born and developed in the second half of 1700, characterized by dark and mysterious environments, and forms the basis "modern" than that then it will be the latest horror and crime fiction. Haunted and ruined castles, the masterpieces of Gothic novels are often considered a time (wrongly) Series B, but which have now been rediscovered and reappropriated have the very important role they deserve. As just one example, those unfamiliar with Bram Stoker's Dracula, but those who know that the first truly modern example of a vampire in literature is the gothic novel Carmilla by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu?
Count Jan Potocki was born in Poland in 1761, in a rich and noble family and lives a life not very long but very adventurous. Plays the role of eccentric and erudite, world traveler, and revolutionary. Join the great movements of the time, living in person then what to include in his writings. One novel
Potocki, the Manuscript Found in Saragossa not received the original version. Is printed initially only in parts, then reunited, and French. Between versions for friends and those for the "public" lives a life's work from "perpetually incomplete" and is the subject of controversy and attempts (more or less successful) of plagiarism. Remains virtually unknown until 1958, when it appears printed in Polish and world literature is enriched by the work of impeccable style and storyline. In fact, the novel has never "suffered" a real overhaul, and this has fed and still feeds all una serie di dibattiti.
Secondo uno stile spesso usato all'epoca, il romanzo si dipana lungo un racconto principale, inframezzato da tante altre storie che irrompono nella narrazione e la arricchiscono. Le vicende avventurose e cavalleresche si sommano agli episodi spettrali. Demoni e banditi convivono con frati e gitani, in un susseguirsi incalzante di vicende che tengono il lettore avvinto fino al termine del libro (sempre che una fine realmente ci sia).
La voce narrante è quella di un ufficiale francese che rinviene un manoscritto durante l'assedio di Saragozza e viene successivamente catturato dagli spagnoli. Il capitano di questi ultimi scopre che tale manoscritto narra le vicende di un suo antenato e così traduce in francese lo scritto al nostro narrator.
The protagonist, an ancestor of the English captain, on his journey in the wilderness of the Sierra comes in contact with demons who wear different guises, from time to time, from sensual to hideous monsters cousins \u200b\u200bbut with bandits, strange monks, inquisitors, and gypsies beautiful ladies. Each of these characters has a story to tell and so the reader is to cross the English border to arrive in Africa, Naples and Sicily, France, and picaresque life story where love and death go hand in hand and where the fantasy and reality merge to become one. The same demons are so "concrete" that the reader will never have the certainty, not even at the end of the book, what or who actually were. Almost all the characters are subjects worthy of a song by De Andrè and appear as "victims (or perpetrators) of this world" and press on the life and morals of the protagonist in an attempt to bribe him ... or instruct. The writer does not take a clear position, from this point of view, and leaves the reader feedback on what is right and wrong. Still quoting De Andrè: "If you think, if a good judge sentenced them to middle-class costs more than five thousand years."
Here are the songs. I wanted to tap into all aspects of the book, which are really a lot, trying to give an idea, although brief, of how well written, and how exciting it can be.
was a English manuscript. I knew very little that language, but I knew enough to understand that it could be a funny book: there was talk of brigands, ghosts, the Kabbalists, and nothing more than a bizarre novel was adapted to distract from the efforts of the campaign ... ....
The hours passed in such a profound silence, when the unexpected sound of a bell startled me by surprise. He played twelve strokes, and as you know, the ghosts have the power to act only from midnight until the first cock crow. I say that I was surprised, and I had reason to be, because the bell had not played at all other hours, and then his stroke I seemed to have something eerie. A moment later, the bedroom door opened, and saw a figure enter all black, but not frightening, because it was a beautiful black woman half naked, with a candlestick in each hand ... ....
Then I heard one of those hanged I grabbed the ankle of the left foot. I wanted to be released, but the more I cut the road. I stood before him you screwed up eyes and pulling out a red tongue as the red-hot iron. Begged for mercy. It was in vain. With one hand he took me by the throat and the other I tore the eye that I miss. Then he fell under the hot tongue. I licked the brain, making me roar with pain. Then the other hanged, I had grabbed his left leg, he wanted He also played for claws. Before he began to tickle the soles of the feet that held her tight. Then, the monster, he tore the skin, it separates all the nerves, they laid bare, and would like sonarvi on a musical instrument, but because I did not give a sound that could please him, sank his spurs in my knee, tendons tightened and began to twist them as you do to tune a harp. Finally he began to ring on my leg, which had a dulcimer ... ....
spent half an hour to get there I saw a girl about my age. The angels are more beautiful, and the impression I had was so strong and sudden that I might fall from the top of the tree if I had not been bound with the strap, which I sometimes to rest with more confidence. The girl's eyes were low and the air of melancholy more pronfoda. He sat on a bench, he leaned on the marble table and poured a lot of tears. [...] At that time forward I saw the young prince with a bouquet of flowers. [...] When the girl saw him, his appearance showed a contempt for which I was very grateful ... ... ... ..
Mr Knight, here is the merchandise of England and Brazil, so many as to provide the four kingdoms of Andalusia, Granada, Valencia and Catalonia. The king suffers a little of our small market, but is inspired by un'altra parte, e un po' di contrabbando diverte e consola il popolo. D'altronte in Spagna non c'è uno che non lo faccia. Alcune di queste balle verranno deposte nelle caserme dei soldati, altre nelle celle dei monaci, e perfino nelle cripte dei morti. Le balle contrassegnate in rosso sono destinate a cadere in mano agli alguazil (sbirri, ndr) che se ne faranno un merito presso la dogana e saranno così più legati ai nostri interessi.
Ciò detto, lo zingaro fece nascondere le mercanzie in diversi anfratti delle rocce……..
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