Sounds very sad- reminds me of Italo Svevo whom I read so long ago!
Dating originally from 1947, The Dry Heart is one of Natalia Ginzburg’s earliest and most striking novellas. Slim, precise and utterly haunting, it tells the story of an unhappy marriage; in fact, in many respects, the marriage appears to be a mismatch from the very start…
The story opens with a death when our unnamed narrator, a married woman in her mid-twenties, shoots her husband, Alberto, between the eyes, leaving him for dead.
‘Tell me the truth,’ I said.
‘What truth?’ he echoed. He was making a rapid sketch in his notebook and now he showed me what it was: a long, long train with a big cloud of black smoke swirling over it and himself leaning out of a window to wave a handkerchief.
I shot him between the eyes. (p. 1)
Having failed to elicit the truth from her husband, the woman goes out to a café where…
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