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Copertina del libro One of us and Home, sweet home

Finished reading on: August 25, 2008

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Among the best I have read!and I would gladly read it again

One of us and Home, sweet home

Title of the original version reviewed: «One of us e Home, sweet home»

AI Translation Notice: This review was translated from the original Italian using artificial intelligence. Book quotes and excerpts are translated interpretations and will not match the author's original English phrasing or official published translations.

These are two short stories which, as is customary for Fante, are set within the milieu of the typical Italian family.
In the first story, a telegram arrives announcing the death of a cousin, a boy who had been a childhood playmate of Mike, one of the family’s many brothers.
A deeply humorous scene unfolds: while the mother weeps for the grief of her sister, who has lost a son, the boys fight over the telegram to the point of tearing it to pieces, thereby opening a dispute over how the cousin died and when the funeral will be held.
The scene shifts to the funeral, attended by the mother, Mike, and his younger brother, the narrator.
What strikes the boys is that the uncle does not weep for the death of his son, whereas all the relatives, particularly the women, unleash a flurry of wailing and shrieks.
Mike, in particular, is afraid to approach his uncle, fearing that his resemblance to the dead cousin might make him the target of resentment.
Yet it is precisely the sight of Mike—of what his own son might have been—that breaches the solitude of grief and moves the uncle to tears:

they sat there.
Mike greedily sipped a milkshake, and Uncle Frank sat opposite him, his face in his hands, large tears sliding down his cheeks and dropping onto the table as he watched Mike and his milkshake

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In the second story, Jimmy returns to his parents' home, which he had left after a stormy quarrel with his father.
Once again, the portrait of a classic Italian family emerges: the mother has prepared a fine dinner with the sweets Jimmy loves, hoping that all will go well, without fights or arguments; the father pretends to have forgotten, unemployed, heading off to the tavern after dinner as he does every evening; the siblings greet their older brother enthusiastically, yet inevitably settle back into the everyday routine from which Jimmy now feels alienated.
The conclusion cannot be otherwise:

I’ll get up and throw away the cigarette, and I’ll want to be with her (his girlfriend), not here, in this goddamned insignificant town forgotten by God

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The stories, particularly the first, are very fine.
The style is quintessentially Fante’s: elegant, tender, and effortlessly fluid.