Fantasticheria is both a form of self-writing, whereby Verga stages himself as a ); Giovanni Verga, I Malavoglia, testo critico e commento di Ferruccio. – The magazine Il fanfulla pusblishes “Rosso Malpelo” and Verga begins solo essi conoscono e che quindi limiterebbe la comprensibilità del testo alle. 1 Giovanni Verga, Fantasticheria, in Tutte le novella, ed. by Carla Riccardi (Milan: .. Giulio Carnazzi (Milan: BUR, ); Giovanni Verga, I Malavoglia, testo.

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Even the other night, while I was sitting up with her, after I’d been hoeing all day breaking up the lumps on the slope, and I heard myself snoring, sitting beside the bed, I was so tired, the poor soul said to me: At this point, Malpelo takes a morbid interest in using his father’s tools and wearing his clothes.

The poor devils opened their hearts like anything. There’s nothing left in all the fair but three or four scabby sheep and the ass of Saint Joseph. It seemed as if even the setting sun and the whirring cicalas belonged to Mazzaro, and the birds which went on a short, leaping flight to nestle behind the clods, and the crying of the horned-owl in the wood.

They had raised the deuce, they had gone to the bishop, they had thrown his niece in his face, Farmer Carmenio and ill-gotten gains, they had had mass and confession taken away from him.

But his wife, really with tears in her eyes, kept trying to calm him down: Don’t you know, what it costs, to sow them, and hoe them, and harvest them? The ass then learnt to pull the cart, which was too high on the shafts for him, and weighed so heavily on his shoulders that he wouldn’t have lasted even six months, scrambling his way up the steep rough roads, when it took all Neighbour Luciano’s cudgelling to put a bit of breath into his body; and when he went down-hill it was worse, because all the load came down on top of him, and pressed on him so much that he had to hold on with his back curved up in an arch, with those poor legs that had been burnt by fire, so that people seeing him began to laugh, and when he fell down it took all the angels of paradise to get him up again.

The big people are never touched, not even by the bishop, and you take your hat off to them, out of prudence and love of peace.

His Reverence, as a boy, when he saw his brother—the one with the lantern—breaking his back hoeing in the fields, and his sisters unable to find a husband even if they’d give themselves away for nothing, and his mother spinning worsted-yarn in the dark so as to save the floating-wick lamp, had said: Even yesterday, bad as she was, she got up to see to the foal that is just weaned. An hour later arrived the [Pg 34] cavalry with unsheathed sabres, and made way.


He did know it too!

Malpelo is left without anyone who cares for him, and finally, when asked to undertake a particularly dangerous piece of work, he resigns himself to his fate. And you feel your could touch it with your hand—as if it smoked up from the fat earth, there, everywhere, round about the mountains that shut it in, from Agnone to Mount Etna capped with snow—stagnating in the plain like the sultry heat of June.

Most of these sketches are said to be drawn from actual life, from the village where Verga [Pg ix] lived and from which his family originally came. Those poor devils, who had forgotten the hard days of winter in that fine weather, stood open-mouthed when they heard the litany of their debts being recited to them. The Lord will send you [Pg 54] a good year for it. And Brother Carmelo, the porter, in the long hours when he had nothing to do, wearying of sitting on the low wall of the cloister knocking his sandals one against the other, put together a bit of a frock for him out of the rags of cassocks which they’d flung on to the fig-tree to scare away the sparrows.

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He’s got fat and rich at his master’s expense, and his children don’t stand in need of anybody! The peasants began to buy their own land, instead of working on the half-profits system.

And this was the miracle. They had set up the theatre in the little square in front of the church: Father Giammaria, who had a good heart, said to him: Equally, the book can be read as an early piece of social theory or researchassessing that the social problems suffered by many in these poor communities were a consequence of their environment.

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However, the baron wound up with a sermon: Then he let his muzzle and his ears hang down, like a grown-up ass, his eye spent, as if he was tired of looking out over the vast white campagna which fumed here and there with the dust from the threshing-floors, and it seemed as if he was made for nothing else but to be let die of thirst and made to trot around on the sheaves.

Indeed, at this time eminent politicians were largely Northern and were not prepared to reform the institutions of the South; the Prime Minister at the time, Agostino Depretiswas from Lombardy. This was an injustice on God’s part, that after having slaved one’s life away getting property together, when you’ve got it, and you’d like some more, you have to leave it behind you.


His mother, his brother and his sister protested that if he became a friar it was all over with them, and they gave up the money that had gone for his schooling as lost, for they’d never get another halfpenny out of him. Behind the cavalry rolled another wave of people, and then the band, and then again some gentlemen, and ladies in little hats, their noses red with cold; and even the hucksters came running up, with their little benches on their heads, to set up shop again; to try to sell a bit more almond toffee; so that in the big square you couldn’t have got a pin in, and the mules wouldn’t even have been able to shake the flies off, if the cavalry hadn’t been there to make space; and so if you please the cavalry brought along with them a cloud of horseflies, those flies that send the mules in a litter right off their heads, so that Neighbour Cosimo commended himself to God and to the souls in purgatory every one he caught under the belly of his cattle.

At evening he went back to the village with full saddlebags, and the master’s lad went behind him pricking him between the legs, along the hedges of the by-way that seemed alive with the twittering of the tits and the scent of cat-mint and of rosemary, and the donkey would have liked to snatch a mouthful, if they hadn’t made him trot all the [Pg ] time, till the blood ran down his legs, and they had to take him to the vet.

Soon Misciu’s corpse is found. Neither will this poor little orphan forget her.

Rosso Malpelo

And with a handful of wild fennel she’d make you a soup that would make you lick your fingers after it. He works in the sand mine with his father, Misciu, who is killed fantasficheria a collapse whilst removing a support on request from the pit owner.

You’ve killed my child for me! Neighbour Meno began to walk round the animal, touching its ears, looking into its eyes, and as he saw that the blood was still flowing from the side, black, drop by drop, collecting at the ends of the bristly hairs, he asked:.