I’ve just finished The Leopard, Giuseppe di Lampedusa’s posthumous novel set in Sicily during the Italian Risorgimento. I’ve neither the time nor the ability review the work in full but I thought I might offer a few cursory thoughts and perhaps generate some discussion. I suppose the first thing one must mention is the exquisite prose, which is terrifically thick and intricate without ever being cumbersome or obscure (the metaphors are particularly elegant). di Lampedusa paints a sensuous and vivid portrait of the Salina family and their luxurious existence ( I wonder whether anyone else has written so well about food!) and in particular that of the formidable Prince Fabrizio whose meditations are at the heart of the novel. I found the Prince an utterly fascinating character, an intelligent, primarily rational man whose attempts to accommodate the bourgeoisie interlopers through a kind of realpolitik are at odds with his aristocratic lineage and atavistic instincts. He is also a man very much aware of his own mortality: indeed, death is a pervasive theme of the novel. Yet through it, di Lampedusa makes what I consider to be some fairly profound statements about life, living and the passage of time. I wonder if anyone else who has read the book is of a similar opinion?


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