Curzio Malaparte Knihy

Ako frontový zpravodajca talianskych novín vo svojom diele dokonale využíva atmosféru opisovaného prostredia. Majstrovsky rozpráva neuveriteľné kruté udalosti a v ostrých psychologických záberoch postihuje nehumánne zmýšľanie nemeckých nadľudí a ich prívržencov. Vytvoril zároveň román i reportáž, hlboko pravdivé a sugestívne dielo, otrasné svedectvo okupovaných národov, panstvo ukrutnosti, cynizmu a neľudskosti za druhej svetovej vojny.

Slovenskému čitateľovi nie je meno talianskeho spisovateľa a publicistu Curzia Malaparteho neznáme. Roku 1965 vyšiel vo Vydavateľstve politickej literatúry jeho prvý mimoriadne úspešný a známy román Kaput. V oboch svojich rozsiahlych dielach Malaparte s neobyčajnou odvahou, vtipom a pútavosťou akojeden z prvých európskych spisovateľov neľútostne strhával masku z tváre nemeckého nacizmu, ale aj osloboditeľskej americkej armády. Irónia, miestami trpká i smutná, i ostrý výsmech amerických vojakov v oslobodenom Neapoli sú o to živšie, pravdivejšie a úprimnejšie, že autor ich hlboko precítil takpovediac priamo ,,v teréne“ ako styčný dôstojník a tlmočník pri Piatej armáde. Všeobecný morálny rozklad znásobujú a rozsievajú vojaci, ktorí neprichádzajú ako skutoční osloboditelia, keďže oslobodzujú len napoly, od fašistickej pliagy, zatiaľ čo na druhej strane prinášajú anarchiu. Nevraždia obyvateľstvo, ani ho neterorizujú, ale hlboko a drsne zraňujú psychiku, najvnútornejšie vnútro oslobodených Talianov, čím len iným spôsobom mrzačia ľudskú dôstojnosť. Túto tragickú i tragikomickú skutočnosť odhaľuje Malaparte s neúprosnou, drsnou a až naturalistickou pravdivosťou.

Curzio Malaparte was a disaffected supporter of Mussolini with a taste for danger and high living. Sent by an Italian paper during World War II to cover the fighting on the Eastern Front, Malaparte secretly wrote this terrifying report from the abyss, which became an international bestseller when it was published after the war. Telling of the siege of Leningrad, of glittering dinner parties with Nazi leaders, and of trains disgorging bodies in war-devastated Romania, Malaparte paints a picture of humanity at its most depraved. Kaputt is an insider's dispatch from the world of the enemy that is as hypnotically fascinating as it is disturbing.

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.

"Perhaps only the impeccably perverse imagination of Curzio Malaparte could have conceived of The Kremlin Ball, which might be described as Proust in the corridors of Soviet power. The book is set at the end of the 1920s, when the Great Terror may have been nothing more than a twinkle in Stalin's eye, but when the revolution was accompanied by a growing sense of doom. In Malaparte's vision it is from his nightly opera box, rather than the Kremlin, that Stalin surveys Soviet high society, its scandals and amours and intrigues among beauties and bureaucrats, including the legendary ballerina Marina Semyonova and Olga Kameneva, a sister of the exiled Trotsky, who though a powerful politician is so consumed by dread that everywhere she goes she gives off the smell of rotting meat. This extraordinary court chronicle of Communist life (for which Malaparte also contemplated the title God Is a Killer) was published posthumously and appears now in English for the first time"--

"Every "diary" is a portrait, chronicle, tale, record, history. Notes taken day by day are not a diary but merely moments selected at random in the current of time, in the river of the passing day. A "diary" is a tale: the tale of a tranche de vie (the very definition of the novel, according to one celebrated school), of a period, a year, many years of our life. And as life follows the logic of a tale, it has a beginning, middle, and end (a life is a series of beginnings, middles, and ends, within the closed circle of the beginning, middle, and end of life, in the circle of life). It's not true that a "diary" begins by chance, progresses by chance, has no conclusion but the end of life. A diary, like every tale, calls for a beginning, a plot, and a denouement. The subject of Diary of a Foreigner in Paris is my return to Paris after a fourteen-year absence. It's my discovery of a new France, of a new French people. It's the portrait of a moment in the history of the French nation, of French civilization, that coincides with a particular moment in my life, in the story of my life. I don't claim to be breaking new ground in the "diary" genre. I'm simply suggesting that a diary is a tale, as a play is a tale. And now I arrive at my point: a "diary" is a theatrical work brought to the boards of the page. It's the point at which a tale comes closest to the theater. Everything there tends toward an ending, a conclusion, following the classical rules of unity, but centered on the character called "I." It's the Das Da, Kafka's "present moment," brought to the stage-page. My "diary," at least, is this."-- Provided by publisher

Pubblicate in varie edizioni, nel 1936, nel 1943 e, infine, nel 1954 (quella qui riproposta), queste "Fughe in prigione" sono state scritte durante i periodi trascorsi da Malaparte nel carcere romano di Regina Coeli e al confino di Lipari, dove venne inviato per i suoi atteggiamenti liberi, provocatori, non allineati al regime fascista, che anzi attaccò violentemente. A queste pagine del tempo di prigionia Malaparte volle aggiungere alcuni testi scritti in Francia e in Inghilterra poco prima dell'arresto. Si tratta di memorie, riflessioni di carattere culturale, studi letterari nei quali l'autore sembra cercare un rifugio e una via di fuga per lo spirito.

Malaparte war Faschist, Kommunist, Wendehals, Egozentriker, Narziss, Dandy und Held und manchmal wirkt es, als habe Malaparte keine Sünde auslassen wollen, wie sie sich die Intellektuellen während der Totalitarismen des 20. Jahrhunderts haben zuschulden kommen lassen. Dass er aber zugleich ein großer Reisender, ein Kenner des alten Kontinents, einer der schärfsten Beobachter und originellsten Denker Europas war, ist kaum bekannt. Egal, ob er über die »englischen Manieren« oder die »schwedische Insel« schreibt, aus der Nachkriegsgesellschaft in Deutschland und Frankreich berichtet, oder ob er in den frühen fünfziger Jahren sich für die Welt der chilenischen Indios begeistert oder am Ende seines Lebens von Maos China fasziniert ist: Seine stilistisch unverwechselbaren Reisereportagen sind oft von einer überraschenden Weitsicht und noch in ihren Fehlurteilen erhellend. Erstmals ins Deutsche übersetzt, präsentieren sie einen ebenso eigenwilligen wie faszinierenden Beobachter der europäischen Katastrophe.