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Well done, Don.

Hello Azzo, you’re right about the numbers... I didn’t express myself clearly. I wasn't referring solely to the four days, especially since every day I walk past a plaque that reminds me of the names and the number of the fallen. I was referring to the resistance in general, which, to be precise, was not even a resistance since it wasn't organized and was rather spontaneous. Moreover, there can be no precision on the exact number of deaths in Naples during the war or during the four days... I'll just mention one fact, found also in "La pelle," but not deeply explored. For all of Naples, there was only one wagon that came to pick up the corpses, and it passed every two weeks. So, how many people kept a corpse in their home for two weeks, and how many managed to get rid of it? Then, if you want, I have examples in my family of how countless the dead are... I have, how shall I say, ancestors who were killed during those years that do not appear in any list or count, and I don't think this is the exception. And then, it's in the culture, or lack of culture, of the Neapolitan not to get registered. Under Giuseppe Bonaparte, people would rather flee to Calabria or Basilicata than be censused, and they would turn to banditry or end up in prison just to avoid carrying a document in their pocket. By all means, the official version states 66, and that’s fine, but I have more than one doubt—legitimate, in my opinion—given that even today we can’t know precisely how many people live in the Naples area (some agencies say just over 2 million, others just over 4), let alone during a declared war.

All this with a friendly tone, huh... :)

No revisionism. There’s a small but substantial difference between the liberation of Genoa and that of Naples (which is what sets Naples and the Neapolitans apart from everyone and everything)... Genoa was liberated through the organization of the National Liberation Committee of Liguria, meaning it was the partisans who ordered the insurrection. Naples, on the other hand, was just ordinary people who took to the streets and brought down, in groups of twenty, an SS soldier while some random guy arrived with a nail and a stone to use as a hammer, and ended up driving the nail into his brain. They had no weapons or mortars like in Genoa, thousands died. And the Neapolitans didn’t hand over the German prisoners... they sold them to the Americans, another substantial difference. ;) If you don’t like “the first free city in Europe and the only one that had the decency to free itself,” you should take it up with Curzio Malaparte, who, in terms of revisionism, is still a virgin.

Every comment from Psycroptic is like a ball squeeze from a 200-kilo bearded woman.

Kosmo, do me a favor: forget about the movie. I saw it a few days ago for the first time and it seemed like an insult to Malaparte, not because of the usual issue of the film not meeting expectations, but because they took everything and twisted it in the movie. The Malaparte, played by Mastroianni, is a rich bourgeois snob who thinks only about sex and watches everything that happens from a distance, then expresses judgments as a cultured and experienced man. The exact opposite of who Malaparte was, that is, a person who was far too sensitive and simply couldn’t help but delve into the alleys to understand what still eluded him about life... and then sex in this book, as in Pasolini, is treated like a disease, a human instinct that has become vulgar along with the entirety of man. It takes stomach to read it. It took me a long time because after a chapter you have to stop, think, and digest an immense number of real horrors that have existed and can become real again.

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Thank you very much.

Uh, I forgot not to vote. If anyone passes by here, could they change it and put a nice dash instead of the dots? Also, because 3 to Curzio Malaparte is just unbearable. Thanks.

mmm... unlistenable records? I'm in the middle of a Suicide phase. I found the first one on vinyl for 9 euros. Everyone thinks it's a heavy brick, tough to digest. I really love it; as soon as it’s over, I put it back on. When conceptuality meets straightforward, perhaps vulgar, impulse, you see beautiful things. I recommend it to you, if you know it just pretend you don’t :) have a good evening.