Apparentemente solo un "giallo", poi un apologo ironico e farsesco, infine una spietata critica culturale. Tutto questo in un racconto immediatamente memorabile, come sempre per Sciascia scritto in maniera eccezionale.

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Un piacere rileggere una vicenda così esemplare, così compiuta, una summa leggera (non a caso tradotta da Petri in un film - che non ho visto) da cui emergono tutti i tratti di Sciascia.
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Una aburrida tarde de agosto, el farmacéutico de un pequeño pueblo siciliano recibe un anónimo en el que le amenazan de muerte y al que, sin embargo, no da importancia. Pero, días después, el farmacéutico muere asesinado en el monte junto a otro respetable lugareño, el médico Roscio. Mientras los rumores causan daños irreparables, y la policía y los carabineros dan palos de ciego, Laurana, un anodino pero culto profesor de instituto, sigue una pista que, tal vez, conduzca hasta el asesino.

A 'detective' novel, it's really more than that--a tightly written novel about society and life in small town Sicily. Sciascia somehow gives the reader a real sense of place without lengthy descriptions. One of those books that's thin (Sciascia, in an interview, talked about 'thin' and 'thick' writers) yet complex, but reads very cleanly and quickly. No idea how he did it. ( )

I'm completely taken aback that I've never even heard of Sciascia before. I'm particularly surprised since my father was a fan of 'crime' fiction and built up an enormous library of them including much that was quite obscure, yet I see on our old database that we never stocked this author.

Lots has been written about his work - see Penkevich's review on GR for a nice discussion of this particular book. I was particularly interested to see Vincenzo Salerno's comment that 'His rough and tumble literary style is not always captured in the English translation of his works, but the spirit is there.' Certainly I admired the elegance of To Each His Own as I read it - my copy being the translation by Adrienne Foulke. And it may be relevant to note that the present translations of Ferrante have received similar criticism. I'd really hate Salerno's observations on Sciascia to go missing, please do read them all, not just the start which I reproduce here:

rest here: https://alittleteaalittlechat.wordpress.com/2018/10/29/to-each-his-own-by-leonar... ( )

I'm completely taken aback that I've never even heard of Sciascia before. I'm particularly surprised since my father was a fan of 'crime' fiction and built up an enormous library of them including much that was quite obscure, yet I see on our old database that we never stocked this author.

Lots has been written about his work - see Penkevich's review on GR for a nice discussion of this particular book. I was particularly interested to see Vincenzo Salerno's comment that 'His rough and tumble literary style is not always captured in the English translation of his works, but the spirit is there.' Certainly I admired the elegance of To Each His Own as I read it - my copy being the translation by Adrienne Foulke. And it may be relevant to note that the present translations of Ferrante have received similar criticism. I'd really hate Salerno's observations on Sciascia to go missing, please do read them all, not just the start which I reproduce here:

rest here: https://alittleteaalittlechat.wordpress.com/2018/10/29/to-each-his-own-by-leonar... ( )