<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181</id><updated>2011-12-30T22:58:45.817Z</updated><title type='text'>Alberto Moravia</title><subtitle type='html'>This site is devoted to encouraging the awareness and enjoyment of one of the greatest European writers of the 20th. Century: Alberto Moravia.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-8438925130061801395</id><published>2008-08-29T10:03:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:34:04.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/SLe_hVaknbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5rKfzPBaPts/s1600-h/moravia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/SLe_hVaknbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5rKfzPBaPts/s400/moravia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239867270874045874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Moravia in his study with his cat, Famossimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALBERTO MORAVIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Paris Review 1954, No. 6 (Summer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;© 2004 The Paris Review Foundation, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;INTERVIEWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 1.4em; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;You do not consider yourself a moralist, do you?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 1.4em; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;MORAVIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 1.4em; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;No, I most emphatically do not. Truth and beauty are educatory in themselves. . . . Social criticism must necessarily, and always, be an extremely superficial thing. But don’t misunderstand me. Writers, like all artists, are concerned to represent reality, to create a more absolute and complete reality than reality itself. They must, if they are to accomplish this, assume a moral position, a clearly conceived political, social, and philosophical attitude; in consequence, their beliefs are, of course, going to find their way into their work. What artists believe, however, is of secondary importance, ancillary to the work itself. A writer survives &lt;i&gt;in spite of&lt;/i&gt; his beliefs. Lawrence will be read whatever one thinks of his notions on sex. Dante is read in the Soviet Union.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 1.4em; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;The full interview may be downloaded at http://theparisreview.org/media/5093_MORAVIA4.pdf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-8438925130061801395?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/8438925130061801395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/8438925130061801395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2008/08/alberto-moravia-in-his-study-with-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/SLe_hVaknbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5rKfzPBaPts/s72-c/moravia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-2671861889276908496</id><published>2008-04-18T09:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:49:41.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/SAhgllUWcWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jFlHgh0fPcw/s1600-h/Moravia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/SAhgllUWcWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jFlHgh0fPcw/s320/Moravia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190504769333391714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-2671861889276908496?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/2671861889276908496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/2671861889276908496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/SAhgllUWcWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jFlHgh0fPcw/s72-c/Moravia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-422215054150068330</id><published>2008-04-17T14:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:52:58.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/SAdWLVUWcVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VtzcAyx21wI/s1600-h/moravia350Wx245H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/SAdWLVUWcVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VtzcAyx21wI/s320/moravia350Wx245H.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190211848268837202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celebrating Moravia at 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thomas E. Peterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Focus on (the) Character&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Moravia (1907-1990) was one the great novelists of the 20th century.  Born in Rome as Alberto Pincherle, Moravia’s father was a Jewish architect and painter born in Venice; his mother was a Catholic from Ancona, on the Adriatic Sea.  Stricken at age nine by bone tuberculosis, his school attendance was irregular and finally ended in 1920.  His painful isolation during the early years had a definite impact on his psychological and artistic development.  Convalescing for lengthy periods, he had tutors and read widely in Italian, French, German and English; his readings included Balzac, Proust, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Moliere, Rabelais, Defoe, Stendhal, Cervantes, Gogol and, among the Italians, Boccaccio, Machiavelli, Goldoni, Manzoni, Verga, and from the Roman classics, Apuleius and Petronius.  On his centenary it is apt to remember Moravia among other novelists born in the 20th century before World War I (Steinbeck, Sartre, Canetti, Beckett, Durrell, Vittorini, Camus) and in his particular Italian context where he enjoyed the status of a prominent public intellectual.  Moravia was too young to participate in the rage of modernism and the avant-garde, generally seen to end around 1930.  His generation was born into a different sort of crisis, destined to experience two world wars, one in childhood and one in adulthood.  It was the generation of the existentialists.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To return to the years of Moravia’s formation is more difficult than one might expect.    In 1907, Italy was stagnating in a prolonged post-Risorgimento crisis.  This was the Giolittian period, when, north and south, rich and poor, remained divided sectors in a nation bound more by its enmities and resistances than higher values.  Fierce rivalries divided the factions of the ruling Liberal party from each other, and all of them from the Catholic Church, which remained hostile to the government.  Few Italians truly identified with the nation or saw it on a path to egalitarian democracy.  These and other factors, including rampant poverty, mounting rebellions on the nationalist right, and the failed incursion into Libya, led Italy into World War I.  The war in turn paved the way for the rise of Fascism, which seized power in 1922.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moravia’s first novel, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gli indifferenti&lt;/span&gt; (The Time of Indifference, 1929), was written in longhand with scant punctuation and published at his own expense.  It is set in Rome, in a family of the author’s own upper bourgeois background.  The book is structured like a tragedy that turns abruptly turns into tragi-comedy once the main character, the twentyish Michele, fails to load his pistol before attempting to kill the roguish Leo, a fiftyish ex-lover to his mother and current suitor of Michele’s younger sister, Carla.  The sordid treatment of the theme of erotic love, in combination with that of financial exploitation and avidity, is central to the novel.  In it one sees the author’s ability to create characters enmeshed in complex psychological relations and to expose their confused motivations.  Indifference amounts to a scathing critique of bourgeois normality accomplished by a faithful adherence to analytical description of the most trivial and meaningless of daily events.  Moravia had read much theatre and had chosen to emulate the Aristotelian unities in staging what amounts to a conventional story of lust and deceit.  Behind the well-mannered appearances of the Ardengo family there is corruption and decay.  The irony of this façade of a family in the stage of imminent breakdown, aided by the moral weakness and unconscious errors of its members, suggests the influences of Luigi Pirandello--Italy’s consummate dramatist of the absurd--and Italo Svevo.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seeming lack of moral virtues in Moravia’s characters was addressed in 1953 by Giovanni Cecchetti:  “Moravia’s characters do not live their restlessnesses, their grim agendas, but they submit themselves supinely to them, they are lived by them.  Imprisoned in the cage of instinct, they see its bars, but this very vision confirms them in the ineluctability of their destiny.  They are disarmed and their awareness of it generates sadness in them.  And sad they are, these men and women, incapable of joy and of smiles, bent over themselves to examine themselves, without every managing to see themselves.”[1]  Cecchetti’s description establishes an important point about some of Moravia’s characters, but in retrospect they constitute a more varied and nuanced, and a more virtuous group than is suggested by this description.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was in Moravia a sense of the Zeitgeist:  by absorbing the spirit of the times and translating it into stories rich in irony and realism, he became in the words of Renato Poggioli –also born in 1907--“the most powerful writer of the rich generation of contemporary Italian novelists.”  Poggioli adds the following aperçu:  “Moravia’s attitude is that of a man who is both a cynic and a moralist:  his realism is ironic and lucid, and produces always the impression that reality is stranger than fiction.  His characterizations and plots aim at showing what one could call the ‘pre-established disharmony’ of this world, the absurdity of life and the foolishness of man.”[2]           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moravia’s insistence on the character, and on the disorder of the world as it emerges through the character’s crisis of will, is unique among the Italian novelists of his day.  He was writing realistic novels a decade before the birth of neorealism and doing so without any deference to the verismo of Verga or the “art prose” and aestheticism of D’Annunzio.  As Moravia addressed reality–in particular urban, middle class reality–he probed more deeply into the psychological interiority of his characters than the naturalistic adherence to external reality would have allowed.  Among recent authors, the only Italians one can cite as sources are Svevo and Pirandello, the former for his careful attention to the emotional life of his protagonists, and the latter for his irony and humor, and his tragi-comic view of life.  Either of these masters practiced a form of the essay-novel; in contrast to these cosmopolitan and content-based novels of ideas, poet Gabriele D’Annunzio was writing novels that cultivated the language of the Italian lyric transposed into the ambience of the bourgeois drawing room.  In his novel Il piacere (Pleasure, 1889), an aestheticist hero is enveloped in the world of the senses, specifically the extravagant and hedonistic world of the Roman baroque.  Here it is useful to consider, in contrast, Moravia’s own view of Rome, his home city, and the life of its upper classes.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether in the Rome or Stendhal or that of Moravia’s youth, “[Roman] society was composed of foreigners, nobility, a tradition-bound populace, and a restricted middle class of traders and middle-men.”[3]  All this was destined to change, first under the fascists and then under the Christian Democrats after World War II.  And yet, “the class psychology has undergone very few changes”; there was still in 1956 an idle and corrupt nobility and a prevailing “indifference” or “lack of participation” which resulted in “the all-embracing unreality of life in Rome” (ME 161).  Rome, only the national capital since 1871, preserved the same indifference and lassitude among its entrenched nobility and the bourgeoisie as was observed by Stendhal in 1827; meanwhile, among the working class Rome possessed the qualities and cuisine of a rural sheepherding town.  The first major physical change in the face of Rome was the destruction by the fascists of poor neighborhoods in the historical center near the monuments and ruins of antiquity, and the construction of tenement housing in the slums of the periphery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year in which Indifference was published, 1929, Mussolini and Pope Pius XI signed Lateran Pacts, putting an end to fifty years of non-communication between the Catholic Church and the Italian state; in the same year, Moravia’s cousins, the socialist liberals Nello and Carlo Rosselli founded the anti-fascist organization Giustizia e Libertà (Justice and Freedom).  The Stock Market crashed and led to the Great Depression, as pessimism swept through America and Europe.  The Rossellis were eventually tracked down by fascist hitmen in France in June, 1937, and assassinated; Moravia’s family residence was searched by authorities.  In the period 1935-1939 Moravia traveled to the United States and Mexico, China and Greece.  In 1939, a year after the Italian Race Laws went into effect, Moravia’s works appeared on the Ministry of Public Culture’s list of works by Jewish authors.  His 1941 novel La mascherata (The Fancy Dress Party), a satire of a military dictator in Central America, was confiscated by the regime.   He now assumed a pseudonym for his journalistic work.  Having long been spied on by the regime, in 1943 Moravia escaped from Rome before being arrested; he and his wife Elsa Morante resided in southern Latium until the Nazi-Fascists were driven out of Rome in 1944. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man as an End    &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I WAS ASKED TO DISCUSS MORAVIA'S IMPORTANCE today, I thought immediately of the seminal book of essays L’uomo come fine e altri saggi (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Man as an End&lt;/span&gt;, 1965), written between 1941 and 1964.  The book serves as a hinge between the early and late career and is the ideal vademecum for a study of the author’s ideas.  The combined literary and moral focus of Moravia’s critical prose distinguishes it from the specialized and technical essays of academics, as it does from the topical essays of literary journalists.  The central thesis of Man as an End is that contemporary culture has lost its moral compass, that humanity has become a means but not an end.  Moravia’s goal is to depict the erosion of human dignity in a mass culture dominated by authoritarian ideologies on the one hand and consumerist neocapitalism on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After World War II, the so-called communist aesthetic, as in socialist realism, was seriously considered by Western intellectuals; thus a perspicuous opposition to such conformism in art was called for.  Moravia pointed to the irony of communism’s adoption of a classicist style–“But communism is not satisfied with imposing a specific ideological content, it also wants a specific style” (ME 127).  He argued convincingly that the support by Western intellectuals of the notion of art as superstructure was misguided and destructive of the larger humanistic goal.  Moravia was not averse to Marx’s analysis of society and the need for a redistribution of wealth.  But he saw the heavily conceptual apparatus of Marxist ideology as deterministic and self-defeating in the artistic and literary realm, where it was manifest in Zdhanovism.  A supporter of the importance of ideology in the political life, Moravia did not support ideological regimes that imposed their will on the imaginary and artistic endeavor.  Harking back to the Renaissance, he defended the autonomy of art:  language is only a means, while art is an end.  By the same token, neocapitalism’s dominance in the West had created abstract and decadent art, which was ironically similar to socialist art:  “They both withdraw from reality whose real needs are study, patience, humility, sincerity, sense of truth, and disinterestedness” (ME 127). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earliest essays of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Man as an End&lt;/span&gt; are literary in nature and are unprecedented in Italy as synthetic studies of the novel form by a novelist.  In “The Man and the Character” (1941) Moravia states that the ethical force of the novel depends for its success on the character:  “The character is not the fruit of a more or less minute and precise observation, but the form taken by moral judgment” (ME 67).  Moravia defines the genre of the novel during the 19th century as character, but sees that definition currently “threatened with complete elimination” (ME 67).  The fault lies with naturalism, which caused the whole process of portraying objective reality or “truth” in the novel to become mechanical and lifeless; it is the merit of Dostoevsky and Proust to have rejected the naturalistic conception, replacing it with “a kind of character who was avowedly lyrical and autobiographical” (ME 69).           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In “Notes on the Novel,” Moravia calls Dostoevsky as the “father of the ideological novel”:  “not only is his ideology ambiguous and contradictory but his relationship with his ideology is ambiguous and contradictory too”; this gives the Russian’s novels a “hypothetical character” much to Moravia’s liking (ME 170-71).  What Moravia uses as a criterion for successful fiction is whether the reader is able to adapt the story to his or her life; if so, the metaphors at work are successful; if not the work falls flat, being “abstract and conceptual”:  “Hence it is up to the novelist to dig his own ideology out of themes underlying his own experience and not from cultural and religious traditions.  From History in fact, and not history already past” (ME 173).  Thus the weakness of historical novels, such as Manzoni’s Promessi sposi (The Betrothed), is due to their attempt to recreate a history already past; because of its lack of ambiguity, The Betrothed “is constantly in danger of being judged as a work of propaganda rather than of metaphor” (ME 173).  In contrast, there is praise for the “metaphorical novels” of Stendhal, such as The Red and the Black–for their ability to capture History in the now, in the making of it, laden with emotion and nostalgia.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moravia rejected “traditional humanism” as an anachronistic set of linguistic and moralistic conventions employed as ends in themselves by the clerical and intellectual classes.  The humanism he proposed rejected this “anti-humanism” as having contributed to the fetishization of art and the dedication to action at all costs (and thus the avoidance of contemplation).  Moravia’s solution is simple:  “If man wants to rediscover an idea of man and break out of the slavery into which he has fallen, he must be aware of his being as man and, to attain this awareness, he must abandon action for contemplation once and for all” (ME 59).           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the longer essays of Man as an End, “Boccaccio,” Moravia demonstrates how the author of the Decameron handled this problem of action and contemplation in order to arrive at a own genuine humanism.  Moravia stresses the key role of action in that author, as opposed to the psychological dimension of interiority or character description.  Boccaccio’s “indifference to the ethical factor” allows for the rich presence of deceit and sadism as themes in the Decameron.  Regarded as “a contemplative writer in love with action” (ME 145), Boccaccio’s expansiveness in time and space was undertaken in pursuit of this passion.  In addition he possessed a very modern appreciation of chance events: “chance and mischance are beautiful alike, to be caressed and wondered at with feelings of lascivious desire.  All ends up in beauty” (ME 152); “Chance, that deceptive and enigmatic goddess, puts the more lovable and younger human faculties to the test first and foremost” (ME 154-55).  These factors along with Boccaccio’s “longing for invisibility” (ME 143) are reminiscent of Moravia’s own fiction; in either case there is a contemplative author who shows no sign of empathy or identification towards the character.  The point I would make is that Moravia has drawn an arc backward from his day to the origins of Italian literature, basing his realism on observation of the complexity of the human psyche and not on the sorts of mythic-lyric-political forms of empathy practiced by the neo-realists, who tended to heroize peasants and workers for the sake of ideological positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Italian Conversation   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE EARLY NOVELLAS, SUCH AS “The Tired Courtesan,” “The Imbroglio” and “The Wayward Wife,” Moravia portrayed a series of adolescent protagonists whose passivity and lack of confidence are recognized and exploited–emotionally and financially--by savvier counterparts, leaving them in a worse crisis than before.  Much of this vulnerability and naïveté, and fear of unscrupulous manipulation, flowed out of Moravia’s own experience.  He was a secular writer who exposed the moral shortcomings of largely middle-class protagonists whose emotional lives and material livelihoods seemed to be in a precarious balance when not pitched against one another.  As he matured, Moravia understood that the possibility of the novel in which an individual character develops felicitously in positive tension with the social institutions (as in Stendhal and Flaubert) was gone; but he also realized that the aesthetic experimentation of the modernists, whose novels focused on the destructive impact of social history on the development of the youth–who became “homeless, narcissistic, regressive”–was no longer a viable option.[4]  A confirmed realist, Moravia applied himself to the treatment of love and sexuality as viewed through the prism of social class and the facts of material existence, including the institutions: of marriage, family, church, job and state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harshly negative assessment of the psycho-sexual problematic grew more nuanced and hopeful in the three novels of social initiation written in the dopoguerra:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Agostino&lt;/span&gt; (1945),  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;La romana&lt;/span&gt; (The Woman of Rome, 1947) and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;La disubbidienza &lt;/span&gt;(Luca, 1948).  Here the characters are not defeated by society but given the opportunity to respond to the perils that confront them by employing their wits and cultivating their loves:  Adriana, the young prostitute in The Woman of Rome; Agostino, the pre-adolescent whose uncanny discovery of sexuality and differences of social class is conditioned by his love for his mother; and Luca, the sickly and disobedient teenager who discovers love and then, fast on its heels, the death of the lover.  These characters are remarkable because of Moravia’s pitiless focus on their confrontations with adversity, and on their irrepressible instincts, of sexuality, love, personal power and matters of the spirit.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About The Woman of Rome, Poggioli wrote:  “[Moravia] is a master of the socio-psychological portrait:  he is at his best when drawing the figure of the upstart who is a social climber, of the outcast who conquers his or her place among the ‘happy few’.  Such is the case with the protagonist of his novel, La Romana, describing at the same time with detachment and gusto an Italian Molly Flanders, against the background of Twentieth Century Rome.”[5]  While critics have criticized Moravia’s decision to have Adriana speak and reason in the standard Italian language rather than dialect, the author did not base his realism on such literalist assumptions; his drafting of a modern morality play endows his character with all the linguistic complexity necessary to communicate her psychological depth.  Another criticism is that Adriana’s character is somehow a stereotype of ‘natural’ female sexuality as found in Zola or Rousseau; but this ignores the problem of a first-person retrospective narration that reveals the paradoxes of Adriana’s character, her experience of sadism during her search for love with her diverse clients, and her Christianity and the “chastity” attained in her relationship with Giacomo–an anti-fascist political organizer in 1937-- in their repeated lovemaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moravia recognized the major importance of the sexual factor in art: by this he meant to accentuate the consciousness of sexuality, not the banality of the physical act.  In the repertory of his fictional characters sexuality stands for the tension and miscommunication at the basis of many human relationships.  If sexuality is a universal motivation in the psyche, so is the economic drive.  Thus in Moravia’s plots, money is an emblem of personal power and control, and stands alongside the figurations of sexual desire and deceit.  Money, like sex, is not important in itself, but for what it represents psychologically and ethically. The obscure algebra that connects the erotic and economic impulses exists as a form of knowledge:  only by dealing honestly with the baseness of sexuality in the sphere of human motivations does one allow for its opposite to loom on the horizon of human possibility.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moravia brought the “Italian conversation” into the world of letters and vice versa, giving literary form to the elusive and intangible suchness of the day-to-day, the personal attractions and aversions, the mysterious instincts that condition one’s moral and material life.  Introducing a 1961 compendium of realistic writers from the Italian regions over the centuries, Moravia asserted that realism is the same as humanism, and that both are forms of courage; the opposite of realism, therefore, is equivalent to cowardice.[6]  As an example of such cowardice one need only look to the “fetishism” that arose in the 19th century and which pervades today’s society.  Rather than proposing man as an end, this society substituted such fetishes as power, money, efficiency, production, the nation, and race.  Western culture lost its moral compass, allowing humanity to be a means not an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moravia understood that the process of novel-writing had changed in the late 19th century, in the experiences of naturalism and symbolism, and then had changed more radically in the work of such modernists as Conrad, Rilke, Musil, Joyce, Mann, and Kafka–all named by Franco Moretti as having written critical “late Bildungsromans” in the period 1898-1914.  Moretti’s analysis of the rise and fall of the ‘novel of formation’ is pertinent to Moravia’s own involvement in this sub-genre, beginning with the portrait of youth in Indifference.  Among the modernist novelists named above, one thinks especially of Joyce, whose Ulysses had provided Moravia with a concrete example of how to observe and record the simple events that occur in the course of a day.  One also thinks of Proust, from whom Moravia absorbed the lesson of the ‘novel of memory’ based on the minute analysis of events, but seen through the lens of the past.  Moravia’s preoccupation with realism carried him, paradoxically, into a period of metafiction.  By his own estimation, by the mid-1950s reality in the novel was only to be found in the relation of the writer and himself.  In the novels &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Il disprezzo&lt;/span&gt; (Contempt, 1954), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;La noia&lt;/span&gt; (The Empty Canvas, 1960), and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;L’attenzione&lt;/span&gt; (The Lie, 1965), the creative problem of the artist and writer results in a new kind of realism in which invasive ideologies must be confronted and overcome.  Behind the struggles of these three male protagonists one can see Moravia’s own defense of language and the word within a literary culture that he found to be lacking in disinterestedness and objectivity.  In short, the problems of alienation denounced in Man as an End continued to be addressed in fiction through the problem of narration itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was against this widespread alienation or male di vivere (evil of living) that poet and Nobel Prize winner Eugenio Montale (1896–1981) had also asserted himself, through negativity, as a force of resistance.  The humanism of Montale was found in his responses to contingencies that paradoxically arose to illuminate his life and relationships.  Moravia too sets out from a radical negativity, but in the domain of prose.  This much he has in common with Montale:  a stoical and metaphysical curiosity about the nature of existence and the dark conviction that, while only love can repair the brokenness of the world, in actuality this love is more often negated than fulfilled.  The redemptive image of love is refined by Moravia in a number of works, but, notably in The Woman of Rome and then &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;La ciociara&lt;/span&gt; (Two Women, 1955).  Here he focuses on the idea that love for the other is attained only once the subject (or protagonist) exercises self-love.  In these two novels the epiphanies occur amidst an authoritarian regime with its personal violence and cruelty, and during wartime with slaughter and rape.  The fundamental reality that one can gather from the examples of Adriana and Mino in The Woman of Rome, and from Cesira, Rosetta and Michele in Two Women is that human beings suffer and that all humans stand as equal in this regard before death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Re)reading Moravia Today   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONE OF THE BENEFITS OF GREAT LITERATURE is that its value grows over time, it is also true that the culture industry has a way of consuming the past in order to reduce its most genuine icons to the data of an information society.  The bending of time or its acceleration in the post-Cold War era, seems to present cultural historians today with an almost arbitrary view of literary history, detached from national traditions or identities, not grounded in geography or dialect, unrelated to the truth, save the post-modern ‘truth’ that the foundations of knowledge of been eclipsed.  Such a world is alien to a concrete thinker and realist such as Moravia, who enjoyed for decades the reputation of being a balanced and authoritative commentator on Italian culture.  To grasp Moravia’s humanism today requires that one adopt, in Kenneth Burke’s terms, a “perspective by incongruity”:  one must look across the arc between two different eras.  Yet that is precisely what Moravia did in his essays and fiction (as seen in the cited example of Boccaccio); by excavating history as experienced, laden with nostalgia, pathos and equivocation, he provided a model for the modern Italian novel.  In our current ‘reality’ of globalization and the theatricalization of the day-to-day, it is perhaps suitable to undertake a rereading of the Moravian oeuvre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever faithful to himself and to the society that knew him, Moravia was a cultural ambassador, an outspoken opponent of nuclear arms and Italy’s first representative to the European Parliament.  Heagonized over the tendency of mass society to avoid the ambiguities and moral complexities of great literature.  He was infinitely curious about other cultures and literatures, and traveled extensively throughout his life.  He wrote a weekly column on cinema for the Espresso for many years and wrote hundreds of pieces of travel reportage, especially from Asia and Africa.  When I heard him speak in 1980 at U. C. Berkeley, he came into the room with the desire to learn about this place and these people.  One was quickly engaged by his modesty, aplomb and wit, his frankness and understatedness, his tendency to make a few simple points, to elaborate on them, and then to shrug his head back to weigh the silence with his audience.  Moravia entered into a conversation with his audience, trusting in the linear development of his topic, without ornament or flourish, but also trusting in the synthetic force of his thought, founded as it was on a strong ethical sense; as he wrote, “No human activity can be independent of ethics” (ME 15).  Entering into this American lecture hall, Moravia appeared as intrigued and cautious to encounter our American academic “tribe” as he might have been on a visit to a remote village in Africa.  The probing intelligence, and the humility, as he confronted the cultural divide, were part of his humanism, and were predicated, it seemed, on his painful awareness of human frailty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the title essay of Man as an End, Moravia wrote: “Christianity made suffering the corner-stone of its whole moral and religious system.  By accepting on behalf of all men to expiate man’s sins on the cross–that is, by accepting to suffer for the whole of mankind–Christ purified, unloaded and freed men from sin” (ME 50).  This Christianity has been lost, says Moravia, and, though more suffering has been seen in the 20th century than ever before, man has become a means and not an end, and suffering has lost its purifying flame.  In our present day of media saturation and quasi-theocracy, is not the Moravian problematic of missing love, of man as a means instead of an end, of estrangement and alienation, still upon us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 G. Cecchetti, “Alberto Moravia,” &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Italica&lt;/span&gt; 30, 3 (1953): [153-167]155.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 R. Poggioli, “Italian Literary Chronicles, III:  Some 1948 Books,” &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Italica&lt;/span&gt; 25, 4 (1948): 322.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 A. Moravia, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Man as an End&lt;/span&gt; [henceforward abbreviated as ME], trans. Bernard Wall (New York: Farrar, Straus &amp; Giroux, 1965), 156.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 F. Moretti, The Way of the World.  The Bildungsroman in European Culture , trans. Albert Sbragia (London: Verso, 1987 [2000]), 232.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 R. Poggioli, “Italian Literary Chronicles, III:  Some 1948 Books,” &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Italica&lt;/span&gt; 25, 4 (1948): 322.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6  P. P. Pasolini, Scrittori della realtà dall’VIII al XIX secolo (Milano Garzanti, 1961).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-422215054150068330?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/422215054150068330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/422215054150068330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2008/04/celebrating-moravia-at-100-by-thomas-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/SAdWLVUWcVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VtzcAyx21wI/s72-c/moravia350Wx245H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-4425881101196731144</id><published>2007-04-25T12:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:50:56.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/Ri9AlGmhrmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XJ0ab9HZI6U/s1600-h/Moravia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/Ri9AlGmhrmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XJ0ab9HZI6U/s320/Moravia1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057331912731897442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-4425881101196731144?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/4425881101196731144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/4425881101196731144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/Ri9AlGmhrmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XJ0ab9HZI6U/s72-c/Moravia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-115452488290021557</id><published>2006-08-02T14:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:21:22.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/1600/moravia1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/400/moravia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “There are many reasons for keeping a diary: to make a note of facts that one considers important; to open one's heart, to give vent to one's feelings, to make confessions; from the instinct of economy which sometimes encourages a writer to make good use of even the smallest crumbs of his life, so that he may have one more book to publish; or again from vanity and self-satisfaction.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-115452488290021557?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/115452488290021557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/115452488290021557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2006/08/there-are-many-reasons-for-keeping_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-115452362555410358</id><published>2006-08-02T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:07:17.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/1600/moravia-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/320/moravia-2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brief Biography&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birth name&lt;/em&gt;:     Alberto Pincherle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Date of birth&lt;/em&gt;:  22 November 1907 (Rome: Italy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Date of death&lt;/em&gt;: 26 September 1990 (Rome: Italy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spouses&lt;/em&gt;:         Carmen Llera (1986 until his death)&lt;br /&gt;                         Dacia Maraini (1967 - 1983) (divorced)&lt;br /&gt;                         Elsa Morante (1941 - 1962) (divorced)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of Italy's leading novelists, whose works explored issues of modern sexuality, alienation and existentialism. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many of them were on the Catholic Church's index of censored books. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As he suffered from tuberculosis, he spent some years of his adolescence in a sanatorium where he wrote his first novel "Gli Indiffernti" (The Indifferent Ones) (1929). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worked periodically as journalist for major Italian newspapers such as "Corriere della Sera" and "Il Mondo". &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Member of the European Parliament from 1984&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-115452362555410358?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/115452362555410358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/115452362555410358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2006/08/brief-biography-birth-name-alberto.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-114580247819525923</id><published>2006-04-23T15:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T15:30:30.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/1600/moravia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/320/moravia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Bibliography of Alberto Moravia's Main Writings available in English Translation&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novels:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/time-of-indifference.htm"&gt;Time of Indifference&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1929.htm"&gt;1929&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/woman-of-rome.htm"&gt;The Woman of Rome&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1949.htm"&gt;1949&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/disobedience.htm"&gt;Disobedience&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1950.htm"&gt;1950&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/conjugal-love.htm"&gt;Conjugal Love&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1951.htm"&gt;1951&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/conformist.htm"&gt;The Conformist&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1952.htm"&gt;1952&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/ghost-at-noon.htm"&gt;A Ghost At Noon&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1955.htm"&gt;1955&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/two-women.htm"&gt;Two Women&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1958.htm"&gt;1958&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/empty-canvas.htm"&gt;The Empty Canvas&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1961.htm"&gt;1961&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/beatrice-cenci.htm"&gt;Beatrice Cenci&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1965.htm"&gt;1965&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/lie.htm"&gt;The Lie&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1966.htm"&gt;1966&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/fancy-dress-party.htm"&gt;The Fancy Dress Party&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1968.htm"&gt;1968&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/command-and-i-will-obey-you.htm"&gt;Command and I Will Obey You&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1969.htm"&gt;1969&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/two.htm"&gt;Two: A Phallic Novel&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1972.htm"&gt;1972&lt;/a&gt;)/&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/two-of-us.htm"&gt;Two of Us&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1972.htm"&gt;1972&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/bought-and-sold.htm"&gt;Bought and Sold&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1973.htm"&gt;1973&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/voice-of-sea.htm"&gt;The Voice of the Sea&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1978.htm"&gt;1978&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/time-of-desecration.htm"&gt;Time of Desecration&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1980.htm"&gt;1980&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/1934.htm"&gt;1934&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1983.htm"&gt;1983&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/voyeur.htm"&gt;The Voyeur&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1986.htm"&gt;1986&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/journey-to-rome.htm"&gt;Journey to Rome&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1990.htm"&gt;1990&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/contempt.htm"&gt;Contempt&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1999.htm"&gt;1999&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/boredom.htm"&gt;Boredom&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1999.htm"&gt;1999&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/time-of-indifference.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/woman-of-rome.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/conjugal-love.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/conformist.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/ghost-at-noon.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/two-women.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/empty-canvas.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/lie.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/two-of-us.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/time-of-desecration.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/1934.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/voyeur.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/contempt.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/boredom.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Collections:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/two-adolescents.htm"&gt;Two Adolescents: Agostino And Disobedience&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1952.htm"&gt;1952&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/bitter-honeymoon.htm"&gt;Bitter Honeymoon: And Other Stories&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1954.htm"&gt;1954&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/roman-tales.htm"&gt;Roman Tales&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1954.htm"&gt;1954&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/more-roman-tales.htm"&gt;More Roman Tales&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1959.htm"&gt;1959&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/wayward-wife.htm"&gt;The Wayward Wife: And Other Stories&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1960.htm"&gt;1960&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/fetish.htm"&gt;The Fetish: And Other Stories&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1964.htm"&gt;1964&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/paradise-and-other-stories.htm"&gt;Paradise and Other Stories&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1971.htm"&gt;1971&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/lady-godiva.htm"&gt;Lady Godiva: And Other Stories&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1975.htm"&gt;1975&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/boh.htm"&gt;Boh&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1976.htm"&gt;1976&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/two-adolescents.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/bitter-honeymoon.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/wayward-wife.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/fetish.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anthologies edited:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/erotic-tales.htm"&gt;Erotic Tales&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1986.htm"&gt;1986&lt;/a&gt;) (with &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/p/tim-parks/"&gt;Tim Parks&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/erotic-tales.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non fiction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/man-as-end.htm"&gt;Man As an End: A Defence of Humanism; Literary Social And Political Essays&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1965.htm"&gt;1965&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/red-book-and-great-wall.htm"&gt;Red Book And the Great Wall: An Impression of Mao's China&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1968.htm"&gt;1968&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/which-tribe-do-you-belong-to.htm"&gt;Which Tribe Do You Belong To?&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/1974.htm"&gt;1974&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/m/alberto-moravia/life-of-moravia.htm"&gt;Life of Moravia&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/years/2000.htm"&gt;2000&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-114580247819525923?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/114580247819525923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/114580247819525923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2006/04/bibliography-of-alberto-moravias-main.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-113562207937007177</id><published>2005-12-26T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-26T18:34:39.400Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/1600/moravia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/320/moravia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers, like all artists, are concerned to represent reality, to create a more absolute and complete reality than reality itself. They must, if they are to accomplish this, assume a moral position, a clearly conceived political, social, and philosophical attitude; in consequence, their beliefs are, of course, going to find their way into their work. What artists believe, however, is of secondary importance, ancillary to the work itself. A writer survives in spite of his beliefs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-113562207937007177?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113562207937007177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113562207937007177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2005/12/writers-like-all-artists-are-concerned_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-113252461762099523</id><published>2005-11-20T22:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:10:17.626Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/1600/quadro1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/320/quadro1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Our ideals, laws and customs should be based on the proposition that each generation in turn becomes the custodian rather than the absolute owner of our resources - and each generation has the obligation to pass this inheritance on in the future." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-113252461762099523?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113252461762099523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113252461762099523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2005/11/our-ideals-laws-and-customs-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-113252447860572371</id><published>2005-11-20T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:07:58.613Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/1600/ope001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/320/ope001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Good writers are monotonous, like good composers. They keep trying to perfect the one problem they were born to understand." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-113252447860572371?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113252447860572371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113252447860572371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-writers-are-monotonous-like-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-113252432785883667</id><published>2005-11-20T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:05:27.870Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/1600/moraviaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/320/moraviaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"When I sit at my table to write, I never know what it's going to be until I'm under way. I trust in inspiration, which sometimes comes and sometimes doesn't. But I don't sit back waiting for it. I work every day."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-113252432785883667?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113252432785883667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113252432785883667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-i-sit-at-my-table-to-write-i_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-113252353000876669</id><published>2005-11-20T21:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:52:10.016Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/1600/1980_moravia%20sol.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/320/1980_moravia%20sol.2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"In life there are no problems, that is, objective and external choices; there is only the life which we do not resolve as a problem but which we live as an experience, whatever the final result may be." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-113252353000876669?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113252353000876669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113252353000876669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-life-there-are-no-problems-that-is_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-113249518287830536</id><published>2005-11-20T13:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-20T14:09:35.940Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/1600/01%20alberto%20moravia%201987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/320/01%20alberto%20moravia%201987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fondo Alberto Moravia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Fondo Alberto Moravia was founded in 1991 by the sisters, the heirs and some friends of the writer and is located in Rome in the house where he lived. The Fondo owns the writer's manuscripts and archives, a consulting library and catalogue of articles and publications, and photographic and audio-visual documents on the writer. It organises cultural activities to honour the memory of Moravia in different fields (literature, criticism, theatre, cinema, 'civil engagement') and participates to national and international events. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since 1993, awards are assigned every year to an university thesis (from national and foreign universities) and to a film script inspired by the work and/or life of the writer, to children's drawings inspired by Moravia's tales &lt;em&gt;Storie della Preistoria&lt;/em&gt;, and to italian and foreign writers. Since 1997, it issues a semestrial review, &lt;em&gt;Quaderni&lt;/em&gt;. The Fondo has produced some short documentary films and has published &lt;em&gt;Moravia al/nel Cinema&lt;/em&gt;. The library and archives of the Fondo Alberto Moravia, and the house, can be visited by appointment at &lt;/span&gt;Associazione Fondo Alberto Moravia. Lungotevere della Vittoria n.1, 00195 Roma info: 06.3203698 - fondoalbertomoravia@virgilio.it&lt;a href="mailto:%20fondoalbertomoravia@tiscali.it"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lacab.it/moravia/fmoravia.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The photograph of Moravia at the beginning of this Blog is reproduced from &lt;a href="http://www.pinosettanni.it/Gallery1/01%20alberto%20moravia%201987.jpg"&gt;http://www.pinosettanni.it/Gallery1/01%20alberto%20moravia%201987.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-113249518287830536?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113249518287830536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113249518287830536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2005/11/fondo-alberto-moravia-fondo-alberto.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-113243832947313547</id><published>2005-11-20T06:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-20T13:54:19.296Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/1600/moravia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/320/moravia3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alberto Moravia (1907-1990) - pseudonym of Alberto Pincherle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian journalist, short-story writer, and novelist. Moravia explored in his books sex, social alienation and other contemporary issues - he was the major figure in the 20th-century Italian literature. Moravia was married to Else Morante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (1941-1963), who also was a writer, best known for her novel &lt;em&gt;LA STORIA&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;History&lt;/em&gt;, 1974). Several of Moravia's books have been filmed, among them &lt;em&gt;Two Women&lt;/em&gt; by Vittorio De Sica (1960), &lt;em&gt;A Ghost at Noon&lt;/em&gt; by Jean-Luc Godard (1964), and &lt;em&gt;The Conformist&lt;/em&gt; by Bernardo Bertolucci (1970).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Pincherle (Alberto Moravia) was born in Rome into a well-to-do middle-class family. His mother was Teresa (de Marcanich) Pincherle, and father, Carlo Pincherle, an architect and a painter. At the age of nine, Moravia was stricken with tubercular infection of the leg bones, which he considered the most important factor in his early development. He spent considerable periods from 1916 to 1925 in sanatoria. He walked with the aid of a walking stick throughout his later life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;During these years Moravia started to write, and published at his own expense his first major novel, &lt;em&gt;GLI INDIFFERENTI&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Time of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Indifference&lt;/em&gt;) in 1929. It is regarded as the first European Existentialist novel. The story focuses on three days in the life of a Roman family, who keep up a bourgeois front while living at the edge of poverty. The condemnation of the Roman bourgeoisie under fascism became a sensation. Not to arouse the disapproval of the authorities, Moravia wrote in an allegorical style, but his increasing involvement in politics led to his books being banned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Moravia in his other books used the typical characters of an impotent intellectual, his virile rival, a voluptuous seductress, and an aging mistress. Generally Moravia women are strong. He saw sex as the enemy of love. Variations on the women of Gli indifferenti are found in &lt;em&gt;LA ROMANA&lt;/em&gt; (1947, &lt;em&gt;The Woman of Rome&lt;/em&gt;), in which the protagonist, Adriana, is a prostitute, and &lt;em&gt;LA CIOCIARA&lt;/em&gt; (1958, &lt;em&gt;Two Women&lt;/em&gt;). Moravia's criticism of society is presented on an allegorical level - proletariat is raped by capitalism, Italy loses her innocence under Fascism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the 1930s Moravia worked as a foreign correspondent for &lt;em&gt;La Sta&lt;/em&gt;mpa and &lt;em&gt;La Gazetta del Popolo&lt;/em&gt;. He travelled extensively abroad. His works were censored by Mussolini's fascist government, and placed by the Vatican on the &lt;em&gt;Index librorum prohibitarum&lt;/em&gt; (Index of Forbidden Books). Moravia sharply criticized the dehumanized, capitalist world. After the publication of &lt;em&gt;LE AMBIZIONI SBAGLIATE&lt;/em&gt; (1935, &lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Wheel of Fortune&lt;/em&gt;), Moravia lost his job at the &lt;em&gt;Gazetta del Popolo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1937 Moravia's collection of short stories &lt;em&gt;L'IMBROGLIO&lt;/em&gt; appeared, which included L'Architetto, La Tempesta, and La Provinciale. Several of his stories were first published in newspapers. &lt;em&gt;RACCONTI ROMANI&lt;/em&gt; (1954, &lt;em&gt;Roman Tales&lt;/em&gt;) and &lt;em&gt;NUOVI RACCONTI ROMANI&lt;/em&gt; (1959, &lt;em&gt;More&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Roman Tales&lt;/em&gt;) include some of Moravia's best sketches of working-class characters in everyday situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1941 to 1943 Moravia lived in Anacapri (Capri). In 1943 he tried to escape to Naples, but unable to cross the frontier, fled with his wife Elsa Morante into the mountains of Ciociaria. He had written in 1941 a comic parody of the Mussolini government, &lt;em&gt;LA MASCHERATA&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;The Fancy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dress Party&lt;/em&gt;), attacked fascism in his articles in &lt;em&gt;Il Popolo di Roma&lt;/em&gt;, and was in danger of being arrested. He went into hiding in the peasant community in Fondi, near Cassino, until the Allied Liberation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1944 he started to write &lt;em&gt;Two Women&lt;/em&gt;, but returned to the work ten years later, when he had gained more distance from his own experiences. However, the nine months among peasants strengthened his social conscience and new sympathy for the people, which was evident in the short novel &lt;em&gt;AGOSTINO&lt;/em&gt; (1944). In &lt;em&gt;IL CONFORMISTA&lt;/em&gt; (1951) Moravia portrays a person, Marcello, who has dedicated himself to total conformity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1950s Moravia abandoned the third-person narrative, and used the limited, non-objective first person narrative in tune with the modernist literature theories. &lt;em&gt;IL DISPREZZO&lt;/em&gt; (1954, &lt;em&gt;A Ghost at Noon&lt;/em&gt;) was the basis of Jean-Luc Godard's film &lt;em&gt;Le Mépris&lt;/em&gt; (1963). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1953, Moravia co-edited &lt;em&gt;Nuovi Argomenti&lt;/em&gt;; he wrote film reviews from 1955 for &lt;em&gt;L'Espresso. &lt;/em&gt;Between the years 1958 and 1970 he travelled throughout the world, and produced such travel books as &lt;em&gt;The Red Book&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;Great Wall&lt;/em&gt; (1986) and &lt;em&gt;Which Tribe Do You Belong To?&lt;/em&gt; (1974). In 1982 he edited &lt;em&gt;Nuovi Argomenti&lt;/em&gt; with Leonardo Sciascia and Enzo Siciliano. Among Moravias later works are &lt;em&gt;LA NOIA&lt;/em&gt; (1960, &lt;em&gt;The Empty&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Canvas&lt;/em&gt;), an examination of the relationship between reality and art, &lt;em&gt;L'ATTENZIONE&lt;/em&gt; (1965, &lt;em&gt;The Lie&lt;/em&gt;), about a novelist writing a work entitled L'attenzione, and &lt;em&gt;IO E L&lt;/em&gt;UI (1971, &lt;em&gt;The Two of Us&lt;/em&gt;), a story of a screenwriter who tries to understand his independently behaving penis, which constantly leads him into humiliating situations. &lt;em&gt;LA VITA&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;INTERIORE&lt;/em&gt; (1978, &lt;em&gt;Time of Desecration&lt;/em&gt;) was composed in the form of an interview between the ostensible narrator and the interviewee, Desideria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He wrote for several magazines, contributing to &lt;em&gt;Corriere della Sera&lt;/em&gt; regularly from 1946. From his wide travels in different places of the world Moravia produced several articles and travel books, including &lt;em&gt;UN MESE IN URSS&lt;/em&gt; (1958), &lt;em&gt;LA RIVOLUZIONE CULTURALE IN CINA&lt;/em&gt; (1968), and &lt;em&gt;VIAGGI. ARTICOLI&lt;/em&gt; 1930-1990 (1994). Moravia's autobiography appeared in 1990. His philosophical and political scepticism did not prevent him from entering politics. In 1984 he was elected Italian representative to the European Parliament. Moravia died in Rome on September 26, 1990. He lived most of his life in Rome; the city played an important role in his fiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moravia and Rome are one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This summary of Moravia's life and career is derived from: &lt;a href="http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/moravia.htm"&gt;http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/moravia.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19127181-113243832947313547?l=albertomoravia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113243832947313547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19127181/posts/default/113243832947313547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albertomoravia.blogspot.com/2005/11/alberto-moravia-1907-1990-pseudonym-of_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Humphreys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093452867126678215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MP7C1R_jiMM/R2JzeRJdMTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JW6Mym16Bw4/S220/IMGP1326.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19127181.post-113244239926761146</id><published>2005-11-19T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:48:17.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/1600/valigia1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2457/1887/320/valigia1.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alberto Moravia&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tina Kaszinski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alberto Moravia was an Italian novelist, short story writer, playwright, poet, and essayist. Moravia became ill as a child with tuberculosis so he was deprived of a formal education. He studied at home throughout his childhood and became very good at reading and writing. He was at home with this illness until he was twenty-five years old so studying was about the only activity possible. It was during this time that Moravia began to respect books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By the time he was twenty-two years old he took the literary world by storm with The Time of Indifference, which criticized fascism and the social situation that began the flourishment. "This is a novel that is a realistic picture of middle-class corruption that flaunted the ruling fascist government's policy of idealistic formalism in art; the novel depicts sex as a basic psychological need and the most significant human activity.(Ross and Freed, 1972) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moravia is one of the best known Italian writers outside of his country. His early works deserve great respect, but during the early 1970s his work started having a falling out of quality. He uses his sense of humor to express his two main themes: he is a critic of `bad faith' and explores the strains on males by their loneliness that lets them escape by exploiting women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In his writings, the world, is presented as being corrupt (in which humans are guided by their senses,) and sex is valued over love. He is a specialist in sex but he feels sex is a means of power. The goal of sex is not pleasure, or reproduction; it is dominance over others.(Heiney, 1968) We all have problems of communication and this is true all over the world so people can relate to his writings. All of his writings include the theme of finding oneself due to having some kind of contact with the opposite sex. Some people believe that Moravia is a `sex freak' and I somewhat agree. Moravia's males have always been more satisfactory creations than the females. Moravia has females in his stories seem shallow, unbelievable, and most of the time sexually promiscuous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moravia has always been on the left side of the government, and has been criticized for it. During the war he spent most of the time on the run because his writings criticized fascism. He did not like Mussolini so he depicted a comical portrait of him, which made Mussolini's police clerks harass him. Moravia was warned that the Gestapo was planning his arrest because of certain antifascist articles he had written after the fall of Mussolini in July 1943, so he packed up and headed south. He spent nine months with the peasants and shepherds with led to a new outlook in his writings on lower class people.( Rebay, 1970,) Living with peasants, he developed a great interest in them and a sincere sympathy for their problems. He wrote four novels out of this era about this lower class.(Cottrell, 1974) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As an antifascist during Mussolini's regime, he was almost close to being labeled an enemy of the state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;During the 1940s his writings were directed towards Marxism. It was during this time that he had fled from Rome to live with the peasants in rural Italy. In 1941, he was forbidden to publish at all or even to write for newspapers but he still wrote under the pseudonym "Pseudo."(Heiney, 1968) In the 1950s Moravia's focus left Marxism and settled on intellectual solutions to world problems. In the more recent years, Moravia's concerns have been "the dehumanizing effects of society and technology, the human psyche, and the breakdown of communication." During Mussolini's regime he wrote a novel, 1934, which concentrated on the obsessive qualities of politics, money, and sex. In fascist society Moravia depicts that love, friendship, trust, and honesty cannot exist; only self-interests exist.(Cottrell, 1974) Everyone must be a trickster to survive and Moravia was against this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some critics have judged him as an author who covers the same ground over and over again. They feel that he is not very inventive or stylish, but most critics believe Moravia is trying to express his concerns to the full potential. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moravia's view of life is tragic because he fears that man has become a machine. He states, "the use of man as a means, and not as an end, is the root of all evil." He believes in survival out of life's circumstances and suffering. He uses crime and brutality over and over in his writing. Fascism was very hard on Italians, and Mussolini thought war was ideal, so he organized it. Moravia is an antifascist and was against violence. He had many concerns about fascism and stressed them in his writings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Compassion is the key to life, not only for yourself but for others. Moravia wants us to accept the challenge of assuming the sorrows of others, and to suffer because of others. People should work together, as the antifascist groups did in opposing Mussolini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As an antifascist in the 1930s and 1940s during Benito Mussolini's regime, Moravia was subject to careful scrutiny. It was during this time "Moravia depicted characters who abused others as a means of self-satisfaction...which could be construed by censors as allusions to fascist politics."(Heiney, 1968) The rise of fascism took off after WWI when the territorial gains were less than promised. Italy was promised territory in the Alps but the war was a disaster and 600,000 lives were lost. Many people looked down on the government and were conditioned to adopt fascism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Italy was prepared for Mussolini to rise to power because of high unemployment and inflation due to the war. Fascism replaced an ineffective and insufficient government. Mussolini was a very strong leader but had to have complete control. This is one reason Moravia was harassed by Mussolini for speaking out against fascism. He was losing power if he would allow an antifascist to diminish Mussolini's character.&lt;br /&gt;During this fascist period, Mussolini produced unemployed, bitter people. Anyone hoping for a job had to be a fascist so Moravia turned to writing. In 1926, Mussolini moved people who spoke against him to islands, so Moravia was lucky he was only harassed instead of banned from the state. Government officials were appointed because he wanted fascists to take these spots. It was quite impossible to live in Italy as an antifascist during this time. When Moravia wrote, he had to be very careful of what he said because Italy did not have free speech. It is a law that you cannot speak against the dictator. It was either be a fascist and live a normal life or be an antifascist and live a life of silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In 1939, Mussolini joined alliance with Germany under Hitler. The Nazis flooded into Italy and these events caused his popularity to drop dramatically. Moravia was born a Jew but was baptized as a Catholic so he was even more against fascism since Mussolini sided with the Nazis. It was a great accomplishment for the antifascists because after Mussolini's dismissal in 1943, Italy voted for a democratic government with antifascist ideas. Italians felt betrayed and wanted nothing to do with fascism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moravia was influential during the fascist period and after it. Many influential writers hailed him as a "creative genius," but Mussolini's brother Arnaldo stated in a public speech that he was opposed to having young Italians read an author such as Moravia, "a destroyer of every human value." The fascists hated his books which painted such an unflattering picture of Italian society and youth, even if they spoke the truth. Both before and after the war he worked frequently in the cinema, and several of his novels ere made into films.(Heiney, 1968) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On January 1, 1948 a new Italian Constitution was written and finished. This is an antifascist constitution which determines civil liberties which were taken away by fascism. It wasn't until this time that antifascists actually had a chance to express their ideas in Italy. In 1941, Moravia even had a novel confiscated by Fascist authorities. There is no democracy in that situation and it is ridiculous that Mussolini had that much power by himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moravia believed that the ultimate political sin was egotism or failure to comprehend or take into account the political needs of others; it is this characteristic that made fascism possible. In almost all of his novels Moravia is in disguise, such as in Il Conformista he is a fascist spy.(Heiney, 1968) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moravia saw Italy as a deteriorating country under fascism. He expressed this view through the more than 30 books he published in his lifetime. He was one of the best Italian novelists throughout his life, and he is well respected to this day. Alberto Moravia died in 1990 of a cerebral hemorrhage and his final novel was published in 1991. He remained faithful to himself over his forty-odd years of writing. He followed personal lines of development, reaching the goals he set for himself. Moravia used the same themes again and again but for the purpose of getting his message across effectively. He would have liked to change his theme, but his fiction reflects the world he lived in. Moravia hopes for a change in the world and believes we can achieve this by exposing the problems through his writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIBLIOGRAPHY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bergin, T. G. (1953, Spring). &lt;em&gt;The Moravian Muse&lt;/em&gt;. The Virginia Quarterly Review, 215-25.&lt;br /&gt;Cottrell, J. E. (1974). &lt;em&gt;Alberto Moravia&lt;/em&gt;. New York: Frederick Ungar Publishing Co.&lt;br /&gt;Freed, D., Ross, J. (1972). &lt;em&gt;Contemporary Literary Criticism&lt;/em&gt;. (Vol. 27, p. 353-355). Illinois: Southern Illinois University Press.&lt;br /&gt;Heiney, D. (1968). &lt;em&gt;Three Italian Novelists&lt;/em&gt;. Michigan: The University of Michigan Press.&lt;br /&gt;Peterson, T. E. (1996). &lt;em&gt;Alberto Moravia&lt;/em&gt;. New York: Twayne Publishers.&lt;br /&gt;Rebay, L. 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