Middle-aged writer awkwardly attempts to make peace with his past–and grow up while he's at it . . . Very deftly handled: Italian poet Bortolussi's debut has a light touch.–Kirkus Reviews
Stefano Bortolussi surveys the adolescent angst of the Italian male who struggles with his inner demons with humor and sympathy.–Adele Santamarino
Cardo Mariano ruminates on his feckless political past, his lusty and sometimes baffling relationships with women, and finally comes to terms with his loneliness and fear. A pleasure on all counts.–Georgio Vittorini