"I was not yet 17 when my father died in a car accident in northern California. That was 60 years ago. It came at a time when he and I had begun serious father-daughter discussions about life, literature, politics, and other big ideas. We had always talked a lot about where he and my mother came from, their view of the world, the hateful dictatorship they had left behind and as a child I travelled many times to Italy, and got to know grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins on both sides of my family. But it’s only recently that I have learned much more about my father’s life –and not just his vast knowledge about literature put also his many political misadventures". [read more...]
