Curzio Malaparte, Loula Laprade Dombré Lot n° 33

Laprade Dombré, Loula - Malaparte, Curzio - Correspondence, typescripts, postcards, photos, telegrams Set consisting of 82 letters, 23 handwritten, 59 typewritten and signed, for a total of 120 pp. approximately, 8 telegrams, 3 photographs, 8 postcards, 3 typewritten texts / stories (two unpublished), articles and various newspaper clippings, 12 books, of which 7 with dedications. ** There are figures who occasionally emerge from history, and soon rise to the stage of history. Sometimes for their own merits, other times for being the other side of great personalities. Figures that illuminate with their presence themselves and the characters who have had them at their side. There were intellectuals that we could have known better if we had read what they wrote, in intimacy, to the people who really accompanied their lives. Not subordinate figures, but the true and profound spiritual completion of certain complex personalities. All this to underline how in this UNEDITED correspondence the story of a man and a woman, Loula ( Loula Dombré , a splendid Franco-Guatemalan lady, wife of an important hotelier in Capri from whom I had been a guest Malaparte) and Curzio, against the backdrop of a difficult, terrible but also tremendously true. A story that few know because jealously kept between the lines of this copious correspondence, a story that their friends knew well, but that perhaps few imagined so rich and profound. & Nbsp; A love story, of course, but it is simplistic to label it this way: Loula and Curzio are linked from the first moment in which they know each other by a" heavenly correspondence of loving senses ", a union so intimate that we understand Curzio did not want to set it apart from others. Between these lines there is all of Malaparte, his fervor, his anger, his disappointment, his impulses, his passions, his whole universe so complex and problematic, however, dissolved in the clear epistolary prose, which always tends to grasp the moment, to fix the emotion of the moment in the form of brief and icastic statements. Loula is his alter-ego, it is the mirror in which Curzio wants and longs to reflect himself, to understand himself and the world around him. And even when he wearily reviews the worldly life of his Capri, Curzio never ceases to amaze us and tell about himself in the bodies of others. It is difficult, I would say impossible, to summarize the 82 handwritten and typewritten letters that make up this correspondence, a total of about 120 pages that unfold between the beginning of 1943 until April 1957: fifteen years lived really intensely, both for Curzio and for Loula, and I would say for the whole of Italy , which emerges clear and vivid here. Some excerpts like rapid bird's eye views. & nbsp; There is a letter torn, typewritten on blue paper, of which only a page and a half remains, but where we read: “One day we will know what we have done, and I will want to see the faces of those cowards of Capri! I beg you, indeed, I impose you, to burn this letter immediately. The war is virtually over, but it's not over. Obey me dear Loula. Perhaps I was wrong to write this to you. Obey me, at least, if you want to give me proof of affection. Know, in short, that the Americans went on a rampage when they learned that I had been arrested [deleted parts follow]. This does not mean that I will not have trouble in the future: they will try to annoy me again. But I will be able to defend myself, and then, in a year at the most, this whole system of arrests, trials, etc. it will end and then ... "Of six pages, only three scarce remain, Loula did not obey (luckily for us) the order to burn it and so we are left with traces of this delicate moment in Malaparte's life. We are certainly in 1943 close to the Roman arrest, and these are really difficult years. In another letter dated 23 June (presumably from 1946), he delivered to Loula through a mutual friend "a package containing a silver fox and a platinum fox inside. (….) I don't know how my things will turn out. I must expect all the violence and all the possible injustices, especially after the latest changes. And I think it is better to provide, to take the necessary precautions. If a misfortune happens to me, I should think of a lawyer for my defense. And it takes a great lawyer. But a great lawyer, today, does not accept if he does not have a large advance. One hundred or one hundred and fifty thousand lire. Can you try to sell my foxes? The price is high but I would settle for 150,000 lire for both. (…). But then the war ends, and the sign of the newfound “normality” is the desire to dance. Monday 9 August 1948: "Dear Loula and dear Willy ... Edda dances every evening, in the midst of a small court of collaborating Roman princes, who dance in a black silk shirt, gold belt, and white trousers, as in the past . Fascism turned snobbery. Who would have i