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Late on night, the body of a young man is delivered to the morgue of an Italian town. The next day's newspapers report that he was killed in a police raid, and that went by the obviously false name "Carlo Nobodi." Spino, the morgue attendant on duty at the time, becomes obsessed with tracing the identity of the corpse. "Why do you want to know about him?" asks a local priest. "Because he is dead and I'm alive," replies Spino. In this spare yet densely packed cautionary tale, Tabucchi reminds us that it is impossible to reach the edge of the horizon since it always recedes before us, but suggests that some people "carry the horizon with them in their eyes."

In this enchanting and evocative novel, Antonio Tabucchi takes the reader on a dream-like trip to Portugal, a country he is deeply attached to. He spent many years there as director of the Italian Cultural Institute in Lisbon. He even wrote in Portuguese; it had to be translated into Italian for publication in his native Italy.

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It is a sultry August at the very end of the twentieth century, and Tristano is dying. A hero of the Italian Resistance, Tristano has called a writer to his bedside to listen to his life story, though, really, “you don’t tell a life…you live a life, and while you’re living it, it’s already lost, has slipped away.” , one of Antonio Tabucchi’s major novels, is a vibrant consideration of love, war, devotion, betrayal, and the instability of the past, of storytelling, and what it means to be a hero.

Antonio Tabucchi's new novel The Missing Head of Damasceno Monteiro continues the experiment so successfully begun with his Pereira Declares (New Directions, 1994) — a European best-seller and winner of the prestigious Aristeion European Literature Prize in 1997. Tabucchi has now written a thriller, but one with a subtle intellectual depth not usual in that genre. The Missing Head of Damasceno Monteiro intriguingly reflects on current social issues: crime, police corruption, yellow journalism, and the courts — both of the law and of public opinion. Tabucchi hooks the reader on page one of this book and the story advances with electric and unflagging suspense. A gypsy discovers a headless body; Firmino, a young journalist who writes for a scandal-sheet, takes up the case; the headless corpse turns out to be that of one Damasceno Monteiro, an employee at an import-export company who, having stumbled upon a heroin smuggling ring at his work, had stolen a drug shipment; and, the police are supressing evidence — all the stuff of familiar daily news, here made riveting in the hands of a rare and brilliant writer.

Each story can be seen from at least two perspectives, and each protagonist can be seen as experiencing an objective 'reality' or having his own imagined and quite possibly distorted view of events.

"Triumphs of nuance and suggestion." —

"Ruminative, elegiac, and mordantly funny, Tabucchi's prose conjures a state between waking and dreaming." —

From "A Whale's View of Man":

Always so feverish, and with those long limbs waving about. Not rounded at all, so they don't have the majesty of complete, rounded shapes sufficient unto themselves, but little moving heads where all their strange life seems to be concentrated. They arrive sliding across the sea, but not swimming, as if they were birds almost, and they bring death with frailty and graceful ferocity. . Sometimes they sing, but only for themselves, and their song isn't a call to others, but a sort of longing lament. They soon get tired and when evening falls they lie down on the little islands that take them about and perhaps fall asleep or watch the moon. They slide silently by and you realize they are sad.

By the Médicis Prize–winning author of and comes a collage of evocative, hallucinatory fragments about the Azores islands from the perspective of an Italian traveler seeking something that he is yet to discover. Along the way, he collects legends, relics, and stories of the island-dwellers: an elegant married woman's love of an Azorean fisherman, glimpses of a whaling expedition, and assorted shipwrecks, both figurative and real.

Antonio Tabucchi Pereira Declares, Little Misunderstandings of No Importance, Requiem: A HallucinationIndian Nocturne

Tim Parks

Con esta novela epistolar -«una pequeña comedia humana de bolsillo» la define irónicamente su autor- Tabucchi renueva una ilustre tradición narrativa, si bien rompiendo sus códigos y pervirtiendo el género. Poco a poco nos damos cuenta de que algo «no funciona» en todas estas misivas: el paisaje parece desplazarse ante nuestros ojos, los tiempos se vuelven del revés, como si las cartas llegaran anticipadamente o con retraso respecto al propio mensaje que transmiten, como si los destinos de los hombres, según exige el Mito, siguieran sin encontrarse y las personas se extraviaran en el laberinto de sus breves existencias. Como si la vida fuera una película perfecta, pero cuyo montaje resultara totalmente equivocado.

El conjunto resulta un extraordinario recorrido por las pasiones humanas, donde el amor parece el ilusorio punto central, cuando en realidad no es más que el punto de fuga que nos conduce hacia las zonas más oscuras del alma. Ternura, sensualidad, nostalgia, diecisiete cartas de personajes masculinos a otras tantas figuras femeninas, en las que se tejen los hilos de una insólita trama narrativa hecha de círculos concéntricos que parecen ensancharse en la nada, pobres voces monologantes, ávidas de una respuesta que nunca llegará. A todas ellas responde, por último, una voz femenina distante e implacable, y al mismo tiempo rebosante de pena.

Lisboa, 1938. La opresiva dictadura de Salazar, el furor de la guerra civil española llamando a la puerta, al fondo el fascismo italiano. En esta Europa recorrida por el virulento fantasma de los totalitarismos, Pereira, un periodista dedicado durante toda su vida a la sección de sucesos, recibe el encargo de dirigir la página cultural de un mediocre periódico, el Lisboa.

Una casa de campo en alguna parte de la Toscana. La canícula del mes de agosto, en el último año del siglo XX. Tristano, un hombre que ha combatido por la libertad de su país bajo ese nombre, tomado de un personaje de Leopardi, llama a la cabecera de su cama a un escritor que, aparentemente, en otro tiempo se inspiró en él para escribir una novela. Pero ¿es posible inscribir en el cuadro de un relato la geometría ambigua de la vida, hecha de contradicciones, dudas, omisiones, deseos incumplidos, recuerdos falsos o imaginados? El destino personal de un héroe como Tristano, cargado de esperanza y desolación, puede tener, además matices imperceptibles: un centímetro a la izquierda o a la derecha en la mirilla de un fusil.