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CONFORTI

Well, there ends up committing suicide.

I'm spoiler, I know, but I will be pleased to make amends if someone shows me who arrived on pg. 907, I ruined my revelation with the remaining 275 pages will take you to the end of "Life Today." What is the last work published by the river always worth Sellerio Anthony Trollope , Victorian writer (and also the inventor of the red mailboxes, among other things) that I have already spoken more than once.
I must admit that I read it, like everything else, confused by self and I do not know him much: so it may be that it was well known for his passion to ethics dilemmas and psychological excavation of people who place themselves in some way beyond morals. And he "" The Last Chronicle of Barset "Crawley was nice to be the protagonist of a story is not clear, however, have no soul dishonest, in" Life Today "characters and stories are rough by the appearance on the scene of an unscrupulous con man, the unlikely name of Melmotte.

Formally, the more than a thousand pages of the novel is dedicated effort of the improbable a widow with literary ambitions, which tried all means to maintain its activity with the classic dissolute son and daughter equally good classic misunderstood. "By all means," in Victorian society, it is obviously not what we think now, but hypocrisy, flattery, exchange of favors and moral weakness are the narrative thread of this satire presented as a chronicle of the times. Lord in poverty, bari, fortune hunter, spendthrifts, opportunists, noble or just greedy fools they make to counter the few characters in "positive", a miller who thinks with his fists, closed a landowner in his own rigorous morality, a groom to undecided all, the girl succubus the mother, even a murderer fanciulla del West. Trollope keeps everyone, good and bad, about the limits of understanding and sympathy of the reader: Yes, it's a bit 'suck, but ... The exception, of course, Melmotte: there are no excuses for him, is a con man came from abroad, preceded and followed by eerie voices and yet be welcomed everywhere by virtue of his money, spending and spreads without no apparent problem, to get elected in parliament.

Remind you of anyone? All too easy to read in this volumone transparency, following the madness of this megalomaniac businessman intoxicated by its own success, gratified by her power over people like him more highly placed, enhanced by the consideration it receives. Does not distinguish between the gifts bestowed his money and those on his person, or should realize that there are no seconds, but Malmotte is one with his money, and Trollope is very good at outlining the gradual dehumanization of the great con man. What is Interestingly, most of the picture, and not entirely obvious but true observation that "nothing has changed" are the psychological mechanisms that Trollope manages to draw with precision.

If we, normal people with a modicum of ethics, you may find it hard to understand why so risk their reputation, their position, their "honor" in reckless toys, dirty whether financial or otherwise, Trollope can we grasp the self-exaltation of those who, knowing the edge, but manages to stay poised. It pushes the complacency, nourished of flattery of others, always in danger of more in a 'thrill that feeds on itself, sure there are clouds on the horizon that we can not dissipate with money and corruption, but not escaping from trying to elicit sympathy and concern if they can serve. Melmotte cerottoni not get to put on the face, but he makes a point of honor to show off superiority and safety even when they know to be ruined now.
Then, fortunately, commits suicide. And the fate of everyone returns, despite temporarily or mores or, more or less okay.
But as they say, is just tomato sauce and do not really true, alas.