A Different Sea
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Enrico has always lived in the shadow of his gifted friend Carlo, a bond made all the stronger by Carlo's suicide at the age of 23. In portraying Enrico's life, Magris depicts a world in chaos, that of the Austro-Hungarian Empire shaken by the Great War. By the author of "Danube".
air and obscure the sky. Patagonian hunters club to death condors gorged, till incapable of flight, on sheep carcases left as bait. Guanaco they capture by enmeshing their legs with boleadoras. Araucanian Indians, with strangely gleaming eyes, are quite untameable. The ladies listen, giggling, as he describes the Indian women. But no one is more amazed than he to hear the passion and excitement in his voice. All this has nothing to do with his cabin, his horses, or his cows. He is telling
– Enrico’s clothes as well – solid arms that carry the pitcher of the present. The Busdachin woman’s gaze exudes goodness, a goodness at once mocking and maternal. Law and order are necessary evils, however. This is no longer Nino’s attic – the world outside is harsh. But for these hateful laws there would be all sorts of trouble. Enrico despises them but observes them to the letter. Who knows how things might end up otherwise – if, for example, one were to abandon oneself to the smiling eyes of
grandson Carlo, Paula’s boy. He and his mother are now living in the Dolomites near the Marmolada glacier. Paula’s marriage is not going too well, but the Marmolada gleams majestically white, and Carlo is having fun throwing snowballs. From the photo he seems a good-looking lad – full of smiles. It’s wrong, she knows, to be seduced by good looks – there’s great injustice in charm and good health – but the old woman can’t help looking at that photograph. Were she younger, she would make the trip
Auschwitz and the whole mise-en-scène of the Third Reich to do away with an 89-year-old Jewess. It is precisely the Thousand-year Reich that proves rhetoric’s destructive power. Yes, Enrico repeats to himself and writes to Paula and some other friends, Carlo was supreme; his sun shines brighter and radiates further than even those of Parmenides and Plato. Merely the report of all this tragedy and atrocity serves to make Carlo’s name, albeit suppressed and twisted, re-echo in Enrico’s ears. Argia
but he obliges them to park their car elsewhere, out of sight; and they have to remove their watches, at least when they’re with him. Then he starts criticizing Tito and his regime. He doesn’t care if those two from the Milicija next door hear him or not – he even raises his voice: the Slavs will have to wait a thousand years to take over from Venice. Perhaps by then they will have learned a thing or two. But as long as the communists are still around the Slavs will be cultural pygmies. Gregorio