“I have written only what I remember. If read as a history, one will object to the infinite lacunae. Even though the story is real, I think one should read it as if it were a novel, and therefore not demand of it any more or less than a novel can offer.” - Natalia Ginsberg
I was not sure of the time frame or where the story was going - was it a contemporary memoir about child abuse? As I continued reading, the story morphed into something else. Characters are introduced at a dizzying pace. The reader meets the family, their friends and befuddled maids whose essence Ginzberg captures with a concise wry wit. Then, amid the everyday banter, another story emerges as the European fascist movement gains traction in Italy. People move from place to place, some are arrested but these events are mentioned in an offhand manner, without detail, that belies the darkness of life in Italy at the time. The children grow up, they marry (their father almost always disapproves of their choices) and have children of their own. Natalia marries Leone, a writer. We know little about him and it comes as a shock when she mentions in passing that he died in prison some time ago.
Family Lexicon is an unusual book that I would describe as family life distilled through a filter of the stories and phrases that they hold in common. I’m not sure how I stumbled upon it but I am glad I did.
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