From one end of the city to the other
“It is a frequent mistake that is made, that of marrying another to forget who has made us suffer.” We were lucky to have found this book for two reasons: (i) it is a first edition found in a second hand market; (ii) when you read Castellaneta you cannot help but be happy. A delicate but incisive pen, erudite but simple, which when he stops writing makes readers feel fatherless and motherless. The book is...
