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1595690581 (ISBN13: 9781595690586)
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Pleasure (Il Piacere) was D’Annunzio’s first novel (1889). The world it depicts is one of aristocratic decadence in late nineteenth century Rome. Andrea Sperelli, the central character of the novel and usually identified as D’Annunzio’s alter-ego, is a man of hyper-refined taste whose life revolves around writing poetry, acquiring precious objects, and seducing beautiful women. This makes for a novel that can at times be tediously precious and deeply disturbing, as women are constantly reduced to aesthetic objects admired largely for their capacity to evoke cherished objects: “ . . . the incomparable abdomen of Giulia Moceto, as polished as an ivory goblet, as pure as that of a statue” (109). Sperelli’s problem, however, is that, unlike the objects he collects, the women he would collect are human beings and so possess independent will. Seduction is the art of eroding the resistant will, and Pleasure provides entry into the mind of an artful and obsessive seducer. There is no masking what Sperelli is about: “The basis of his power lay in this: that in the art of love, he had no repugnance for any pretense, for any falseness, for any lie. A great part of his strength lay in his hypocrisy.” What characterizes his brand of seduction is the power of transference, of brushing a thick veneer of the sacred and artful over a fairly common human emotion: “And he took pleasure imagining for a long time the profane event amid the sacred events; and once again aesthetic sense and the refinement of sensuality overwhelmed and falsified in him the frank and human sentiment of love” (213). Eventually, though, Sperelli is trapped between two lovers, the sensual Elena and the spiritual Maria, each caught in circumstances Sperelli can’t control; they to some extent elude his considerable power. And, of course, any resistance to his desire brings an exaggerated and entirely selfish sense of tragedy: “I will never be able to tell you about all my suffering, all my desolation” (281). Pleasure paints a world that is both very, very far away—an aristocratic, decadent, hyper-aestheticized world now thankfully for the most part gone—and at the same time frightening close—at a certain stage in life don’t we all take hormone-soaked emotions just a bit too seriously? Mercifully, though, we typically lack the aesthetic resources to cover straightforward emotions with such a tiringly rich layer of self-serving verbiage.

3.5 - 4 stars. Reviewed for Portland Book Review. In this book we enter a privileged Italian class and the internal world of one of its young men, who plots by every means possible to seduce two women in particular. Like other fin de siecle or earlier European novels, descriptions of and references to decorum and, in this case, to art populate the pages. D’Annunnzio does not treat his characters with as much compassion as, say, Tolstoy does in Anna Karenina; and external scandal does not matter as much as personal perspective. The protagonist, Andrea Sperelli, descends to the bottom of Fortune’s Wheel, opposite the zenith he occupied just weeks before in the narrative, when he had recovered from wounds among family, merged with the world, and found a new love. The insights and expressions of the lovers' troubled minds are tormented and veer into the redundant or unbelievable (but who among us has not obsessed over a desire at some point?). This was especially the case with the female characters, but arguably male internal monologues on romance are underrepresented in fiction. The protagonist's periodic months of travel outside Italy are referred to only in passing which reinforces that pleasure was the most real thing in his life. //Pleasure// is like a focused primer in “comparative romance,” in a different time and country that what we know, and thankfully it is all there for us to enjoy in this new, full translation by Raffaelli.

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Inizialmente questo libro mi stava entusiasmando più che alla fine, quando Andrea ha cominciato a starmi antipatico. Il racconto è bellissimo, scritto con uno stile raffinato e colto (avevo un'edizione con le note a pie di pagina e posso garantire che per capire il racconto bisognava leggerne molte, con riferimenti ad altre opere, usanze del tempo ecc…) Oltre ad Andrea, nella mia lista nera c'è anche Elena, una donna che ha sicuramente i pregi di essere emancipata e bella, ma che in altro luogo avrei chiamato con termini molto volgari. Poi c'è Maria (nel dubbio Elena/Maria avrei scelto lei un miliardo di volte), una finissima fanciulla, colta, esteticamente bella, sa suonare il piano, canta bene e fa girare la testa ad Andrea non solo per il suo aspetto fisico, ma anche per il suo lato spirituale. A differenza di Elena, Maria ha fatto educandato dalle suore ed ha ben presente cosa significhino "vero sentimento" (è troppo troppo troppo sdolcinata per i miei gusti) e "senso del pudore". Se inizialmente di Maria pensavo "che bigotta", ora penso che sia stato il personaggio più corretto di tutto il libro (e con "più corretto" non intendo corretto nel senso assoluto, ma intendo che gli altri sono stati peggiori di lei)… Dunque, aveva un marito, una figlia e un Andrea che le piaceva e ci provava con lei in ogni momento, ma lei ha resistito! Gli si è concessa solo alla fine quando ha avuto la conferma dalle false parole di Andrea che lei era l'unica. Alla fine, quando capisce di non essere l'unica se ne va!!!Infine ci sono tutti gli altri nobili: una massa di nullafacenti ereditieri e adulteri, si scambiano mogli e mariti per rompere la monotonia di pranzi e cene e colazioni e balli e ricevimenti. QUESTO è lo specchio che D'Annunzio ci da dell'alta società. Il libro, nonostante tutto è risultato molto piacevole e scorrevole, non dico che chiunque potrebbe agilmente leggerlo, ma quasi.
—Artificialbrain

No spoilers, just an honest review...I picked this book up in Rome as I was looking through local literature books, and was blown away by the writing on the very first page. Then I left the bookstore without buying it, but I eventually came back for it because the language really stuck with me. I read it for the next month, sometimes 80 pages in a day, and sometimes only a few. D'Annunzio is a great author to read aloud and I was swept away in his command of the language, his Roman details in the scenery, and the overall arc of the story.Yes, the story is about a self-absorbed womanizing rich guy named Andrea. But I found that it was about so much more-- it's about the best and worst in all of us (including Andrea and the women he loves) and tackles the tricky questions of love with elegance and wisdom. I underlined so many parts of the book that I might as well have underlined the whole thing. I'm excited to read it in Italian next, as a way to keep learning the language. I would definitely recommend this book. I love Henry James, but I have to say this author captured me more. The novel moves along effortlessly and before you know it, you are completely swept up in the world and hours have moved by in your own world without you noticing. A good read!
—Skye

E' uno di quei libri che fa venire voglia al lettore, per una volta, diabbandonare il legio per scendere a conoscere personalmente il protagonista, Andrea Sperelli in questo caso, guardarlo negli occhi e, quindi, iniziare a prenderlo a calci nel fondoschiena, fino a condurlo, in tal maniera, fino al limitare di una bella miniera ove abbandonare il nostro eroe a trascorrervi il resto della vita a spalar carbone in profondita'.In questa sentita avversione per il protagonista, effimero, vacuo, narciso, egoista, non aiuta certamente la prosa di D'Annunzo, altrettanto effimera ed estetizzante, oltreche' a tratti rindondante.Unica nota di interesse e' la societa' che descrive D'Annunzio, l'alta societa' romana di fine XIX secolo. La stessa nella quale D'Annunzio cercava di vivere, caricandosi di debiti, in prima persona. Una societa' fatta di donne adultere e gentiluomini nullafacenti che si passano le amanti. Cosi, almeno, ci racconta l'autore, anche se sarebbe piu' corretto dire che, in fondo, sono le adultere a scambiarsi gli amanti, lasciando agli uomini l'illusione di essere loro i conquistaori e non un mero oggetto di piacere.
—Gigio

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