I wasn't sure about this book to begin with, and ploughed through the first couple of chapters with little enthusiasm, but I'm so glad I persisted. It's been a long time since I've read a book so beautiful. Despite it's subject being somewhat disturbing, beautiful really is the best word I can find to describe it. To try to put into words the emotions this book stirred in me is almost impossible to describe.
As the reader, you are consistently torn between feeling disgust, hatred and pity for the main character, as his confession of an affair with a weak and destitute woman forms the plot of this book. Whilst his daughter lies on an operating table fighting for her life, he tells the story of his relationship with Italia, a relationship which is in turn beautiful and harrowing.
I'm aware that it has been made into a film, which in this country seems to have received largely poor reviews (although the film is in Italian with English subtitles which could have something to do with it) but, having read it, I'm somewhat surprised that they chose to make the film. While the plot is gripping, it is by no means action packed, and whilst I admit to being someone who is easily bored by books that are character driven rather than plot driven, I simply couldn't put this book down. The author describes scenes of childbirth and death in a way that I have never experienced before - with such intimacy and emotion that could never be conveyed in a movie theatre.
I finished it yesterday, dreamt about it last night, and can't stop thinking about it this morning.