I want to introduce readers to a lost classic Italian writer, Alberto Moravia, whose two books, Boredom and Contempt, are included in the NY Review of Books. He's an existential predecessor of Camus and Sartre, yet Moravia's work has the imaginative prose and philosophical depth that classics like Nausea, No Exit, The Fall, and The Plague, harsely lack. It's time this great writer is given his due. I hope that this little bulletin inspires some to check him out. Moravia's wife is the late writer, Elsa Morante, with her own acclaimed body of work.