All Our Yesterdays

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Siempre que leo algo relacionado con la guerra me resulta incomprensible, y a la vez, quiero leer más.

And yet, at the novel’s close, after the war has ended, Ginzburg is careful to show the difficult task that awaits those who survive.It’s the elder son Ippolito who bears the brunt of his father’s tyranny, forced to assist him with his writing and various other tasks. Mas a guerra continuava longe, na Polónia, a Itália não se mexia e Emanuele não sabia o que pensar, dizia que se a Itália não entrasse na guerra o fascismo nunca mais cairia. The adolescent Anna is mystified by these developments: are Emanuele and Danilo both in love with her sister? Personalising the experience of war such a valuable thing, helping us fortunate enough not to have been through one to understand its effects. Once again, the juxtaposition between the micro-level tensions of family life and the broader drama of world events is highly compelling, underscoring the radical sociopolitical changes unfolding across the country at the time.

When we are happy our imagination is stronger; when we are unhappy our memory works with greater vitality. man pasirodė per daug kasdienių kaimo reikalų, kurie nebuvo itin įdomūs ar kuom nors pažįstami, per daug pasikartojimo, per mažai kažkokio kitimo. She had made love with [him] and she knew that he did not love her, she knew that he felt rather sad and humiliated after they had made love together, and she would have liked to go back to the times when they used to read Montale's poems and eat chestnuts, and the war was still a cold, distant war, the Germans hadn't won yet. A guerra de Ginzburg oblitera vidas, oblitera sentimentos, oblitera a própria vontade de viver e de acordar pela manhã ou deitar pela noite. Natalia Ginzburg's husband was tortured and murdered by the Gestapo; she was half Jewish and all her family and friends opposed the fascists.As Germany steadily begins invading countries beginning with Poland and moving westwards, Emanuele et al are wracked with tension, and the fall of France is the final straw precipitating Ippolito’s descent into a crippling depression.

The old man used to laugh and rub his hands together at the thought that the king and Mussolini knew nothing about it, while in a small town in Italy there was a man writing fiery remarks about them. A daughter who is secretly pregnant (but unmarried) dreams (almost hopes) that she and her unborn baby will be killed by the Germans. With air raids, constant movement of soldiers and distant bombs going off, the two families prepare their basement for survival mode. When you read this novel from that light, the endless, consecutive sentences begin to speak deafeningly. I was astonished that I had never encountered Ginzburg’s work before: that no one, knowing me, had ever told me about her books.But newspapers that had to come out every day with the rising of the sun, without any danger or fear, that was another story. her words seemed to express something completely true about my experience of living, and about life.