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Il fu Mattia Pascal by Luigi Pirandello

Il fu Mattia Pascal (1904)

by Luigi Pirandello

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Title:Il fu Mattia Pascal
Authors:Luigi Pirandello
Info:, Mondadori,1990,
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The Late Mattia Pascal by Luigi Pirandello (1904)


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un gioco della vita e una scrittura che appassiona. ( )
  Ste1955 | Apr 24, 2019 |
L'emblema dell'uomo novecentesco. Da leggere assolutamente! ( )
  cloentrelibros | Aug 23, 2016 |
'I have died already twice, but the first time was a mistake, and the second...well, you may read for yourself.", 14 April 2013
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Written in quite a beguiling first-person narrative, we follow the adventures of Mattia Pascal; in debt, unhappily married to a depressed wife, and with a witch of a mother-in-law...Then one day, possessed of a small sum of money, he takes off for a bit, tries his hand in a casino, and comes out a rich man. As he plans to return home, he happens to read a newspaper account of a body found in a stream near his home, which has wrongly been identified as himself.
Mattia now plans a life of freedom and enjoyment, living on his winnings. Only life isn't as simple as that...
"Outside of the law, and without those characteristics which, happy or sad as they may be, make us ourselves, we cannot live." ( )
  starbox | Jul 9, 2016 |
A great book about an absurd life, an absurd death and a forged identity. A deep reflection on life through the most comic of stories. A perfect character construction. One of the masterpieces in Italian literature. ( )
  Miguelnunonave | Aug 7, 2013 |

Mattia Pascal.

Mattia Pascal was a man born to endure adversities in every walk of life. He was a dutiful son who saw his family affluence ruined by a benefactor after his father’s death and his mother’s existence fading into rueful shadows. He was a concerned husband and a doting father even in the thorniest situations that brought demoralizing repercussions in his marital life. The only thing Mattia was ever sure about in his burdensome life was his name-Mattia Pascal. It was his solitary possession that he found solace in. May God bless his soul and hope that he ultimately finds peace for he truly needs it.
Remember you until the end of time – Adriano Meis.

Adriano Meis

Adriano Meis cradled in boundless freedom. He was an architect of his own life. Adriano lived a cheerful life with no obligatory relations. Free as a bird; he traveled places, embraced a new world with open arms where imagination had no boundaries. He was a self-made man justly born to be free. Yet, he died in solitude being caged in his own individuality; a man whose existence was in itself a nothingness.
Thanking you for an ephemeral bliss -- Anonymous.

Late Mattia Pascal is indisputably Pirandello’s masterpiece. Written in a biographical form it deals with the facet of personal identity and the calamitous dilemma of its mutability. The plot runs through familiarizing the reader with the fateful life of a young Italian man- Mattia Pascal, to whom happiness is a rare commodity. Troubled by a miserable marriage, penurious livelihood and utter condemnation of his survival; Mattia leaves his native land in search of a unsullied liberated self. Compelled by his rebellious mind-set, he finds an opportunity in a miscalculation when a newspaper reports his fallacious death. Finally, an escape to a freer life and thus an alter-ego unchained to societal obligation is created. Adriano Meis was a specter of broken ties who would be distressed by the humanness of Mattia Pascal.

Unmasking a phantom.

The famous Pirandellian epistemology of post-modernism/existentialism questioning the foundation of distinguishable identity and its significance to human existence illuminates through the minute details of Mattia’s life. Was Mattia legit in his actions of concealing the truth and using the passage to live an entirely different life? Would it have been better if he had braved his unfortunate situations rather than living like a ghost? Is a specified identity essential to individual to acquire a civil status that may sometimes become burdensome? Is identity purely mechanical or is there a human trait to its implication? The manuscript undeniably rattles your grey cells and makes you ponder on the limits of unconsciously self-constructing a new identity without acquiring a legit civil status. Freedom is what everyone craves to escape the harsh conditions of misfortune. But with limitless freedom comes the human aspect of excruciating seclusion and constraints of legitimacy. Death was seen as a liberating prospect by Mattia from his entire monetary and emotional burden. His newly altered appearance and name bestowed him contentment, until his past caught up overwhelming him with nostalgic reminiscences, thus gradually transmuting his new persona into a dense prison in itself. Pirandello justifies the legitimacy of society and reality that forms convinced “shadows” of which individuals can never liberate themselves, except when death overtakes mind, body and soul. In the end, whether it was Mattia or his alter-ego (Adriano), they were merely trying to unmask a self-created phantom as neither both could entirely break away from from each other.
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  Praj05 | Apr 5, 2013 |
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Croci, GiovanniIntroductionsecondary authorsome editionsconfirmed
良夫, 米川Translatorsecondary authorsome editionsconfirmed
Guidotti, PaoloCover designersecondary authorsome editionsconfirmed
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Una delle poche cose, anzi forse la sola ch'io sapessi di certo era questa: che mi chiamavo Mattia Pascal. E me ne approfittavo.
One of the few things - perhaps the only one - that I know for certain is that my name is Mattia Pascal.
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Guardai, e subito mi sorse un pensiero, per la cui attuazione provai dapprima un certo ritegno. Lo dico, perché mi serva di scusa presso coloro che amano il bel gesto, gente poco riflessiva, alla quale piace di non ricordarsi che l'umanità è pure oppressa da certi bisogni, a cui purtroppo deve obbedire anche chi sia compreso da un profondo cordoglio. Cesare, Napoleone e, per quanto possa parere indegno, anche la donna più bella… Basta. Da una parte c'era scritto ‘Uomini’ e dall'altra ‘Donne’; e lì intombai il mio anellino di fede.
Assistendo alla vita degli altri e osservandola minuziosamente, ne vedevo gl'infiniti legami e, al tempo stesso, vedevo le tante mie fila spezzate. Potevo io rannodarle, ora, queste fila con la realtà? Chi sa dove mi avrebbero trascinato; sarebbero forse diventate subito redini di cavalli scappati, che avrebbero condotto a precipizio la povera biga della mia necessaria invenzione.
… ma ben più spesso il piacere che un oggetto ci procura non si trova nell'oggetto per se medesimo. La fantasia lo abbellisce cingendolo e quasi irraggiandolo d'immagini care. Né noi lo percepiamo più qual esso è, ma così, quasi animato dalle immagini che suscita in noi o che le nostre abitudini vi associano. Nell'oggetto, insomma, noi amiamo quel che vi mettiamo di noi, l'accordo, l'armonia che stabiliamo tra esso e noi, l'anima che esso acquista per noi soltanto e che è formata dai nostri ricordi.
« … Quando una città ha avuto una vita come quella di Roma, con caratteri così spiccati e particolari, non può diventare una città moderna, cioè una città come un'altra. … Mia figlia Adriana mi ha detto dell'acquasantiera, che stava in camera sua, si ricorda? Adriana gliela tolse dalla camera, quell'acquasantiera; ma, l'altro giorno, le cadde di mano e si ruppe: ne rimase soltanto la conchetta, e questa, ora, è in camera mia, su la mia scrivania, adibita all'uso che lei per primo, distrattamente, ne aveva fatto. Ebbene, signor Meis, il destino di Roma è l'identico. I papi ne avevano fatto – a modo loro, s'intende – un'acquasantiera; noi italiani ne abbiamo fatto, a modo nostro, un portacenere. D'ogni paese siamo venuti qua a scuotervi la cenere del nostro sigaro, che è poi il simbolo della frivolezza di questa miserrima vita nostra e dell'amaro e velenoso piacere che essa ci dà.»
« … Ma la causa vera di tutti i nostri mali, di questa tristezza nostra, sai qual è? La democrazia, mio caro, la democrazia, cioè il governo della maggioranza. Perché, quando il potere è in mano d'uno solo, quest'uno sa d'esser uno e di dover contentare molti; ma quando i molti governano, pensano soltanto a contentar se stessi, e si ha allora la tirannia più balorda e più odiosa: la tirannia mascherata da libertà. …»
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‟Una delle poche cose, anzi forse la sola ch'io sapessi di certo era questa: che mi chiamavo Mattia Pascal.” È l'incipit del romanzo più noto di Luigi Pirandello: Il fu Mattia Pascal (1904). In esso è contenuta la cellula generativa dell'intero libro. Quando lo scrisse, lo scrittore siciliano ne sapeva quanto chi, scorse queste prime righe, si predispone alla lettura. Scelti nome e cognome, cominciano le peripezie del personaggio, il quale presto si trova in una situazione simile a quella dell'autore: deve lui stesso dare vita a ‟un uomo inventato”. Durante questa vera e propria avventura dei nomi, il libro assume la sua forma pienamente novecentesca, nella quale autobiografia e biografia immaginaria si confondono. Consanguineo di quelli che saranno i sei personaggi in cerca d'autore, Mattia Pascal sembra a tratti lanciare messaggi al lettore perché lo liberi dal vincolo cartaceo e dunque dalla sua muta solitudine.
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While living an oppressive, provincial existence, Mattia Pascal learns that he has been mistakenly declared dead. Blessed with that rarest of opportunities - the chance to start an entirely new life - he moves to a new city under an assumed name, only to find this new "free" existence unbearable. Faking his own suicide, he returns to his hometown, where his wife has remarried and his job has been filled. Reduced to a sad walk-on part in his own life, the only role now left to him is that of the "late Mattia Pascal".

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Mathias, an eccentric dreamer, is trapped in the undertakings of daily life as he suffers his days in a loveless marriage, a dead end job and tyrannized by his ungrateful mother-in-law. Grief-stricken by the death of his mother and infant daughter, he flees to Monte Carlo, where he wins a fortune at roulette. When his death is falsely reported, he leaps at the chance of a second and adventurous life in Rome.… (more)

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