I think it was Picasso who said that an artist mustn’t chase after beauty, but run ahead of it (I…
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For centuries women’s faces have observed us from the paintings where they’ve been captured for eternity. Women often not known…
The Wandering Chilean In our Bazaar in the port, Harry and I have seventeen typewriters that belonged to famous writers…
Chilean writer and journalist Luis Sepúlveda (1949 – 2020) was the author of nearly twenty novels, articles, screenplays and a…
My first article for The Italianist appeared a year ago this month. I don’t know about you but I can’t…
The Dwarves’ Market They say that there’s a secluded place in Sicily where, on Christmas Eve, an enchanted fair takes…
A publisher I once tried to interest in translating Italian fairy-tales said to me, “We don’t think of Italy when…
While we were on the plane, I realised I’d never been on a trip like this before. I’d travelled with…
June 1915, the war When I was a child, I saw a pack of wolves in these mountains. My father…
Friuli, Italy, on the Austro-Hungarian border, 1915. An army officer interrupts Sunday Mass with a plea for help. The Italian…
When I was a child, every now and then I had a dream which hasn’t ceased to recur in different…
Piedmont, 1969. The lifeless bodies of two missing children are unearthed after an anonymous letter is received by the local…
