THE HOUSE ON VIA GEMITO

A son comes to terms with his narcissistic father.

To Starnone’s English-language readers, his new novel might seem to signal a departure: Expansive and winding where his previous books (Trust, 2021, etc.) were spare and straightforward, Starnone’s latest to be translated into English was in fact published in Italy years ago, where it won a prestigious award and helped cement the author's illustrious reputation. In it, the eldest son of a narcissistic, bitter, grossly exaggerating man—a complicated character, to say the least—describes his father’s life. He does so by recounting the stories his father, Federí, told over and over again, with details that shifted with each telling, always in Federí’s favor. Though he worked for the railroads his whole adult life, Federí considered himself an artist—an untrained but brilliant artist, misunderstood, of course, and vastly underappreciated. He spent his days raging against the innumerable injustices he believed himself to endure. Federí’s son has grown up hearing the same complaints so many times he’s no longer sure what is real and what is merely an exaggeration: “The angrier he grew when telling the stories of his life and the reasons for his actions,” our narrator explains, “the thicker the fog grew inside my head.” Starnone writes with the same intricate sympathy for his characters as he has in other books: Every character, including Federí, is a full-fledged human being filled with desire, regret, resentment, bitterness, and hope. At the same time, the Neapolitan setting comes equally alive. Federí married his wife, Rusinè, in the midst of the Second World War, and the confused aftermath of that war, as Italy struggled to regain standing, is beautifully described. Starnone, it seems, can do no wrong.

A complexly structured masterpiece that doubles back on itself in order to move forward.