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A rediscovered Italian masterpiece chronicling the author's experience as an infantryman, newly translated and reissued to commemorate the centennial of World War I. Taking its place alongside works by Ernst JYnger, Robert Graves, and Erich Maria Remarque, Emilio Lussu's memoir is one of the most affecting accounts to come out of the First World War. A classic in Italy but virtually unknown in the English-speaking world, it reveals, in spare and detached prose, the almost farcical side of the war as seen by a Sardinian officer fighting the Austrian army on the Asiago plateau in northeastern Italy, the alpine front so poignantly evoked by Ernest Hemingway in A Farewell to Arms. For Lussu, June 1916 to July 1917 was a year of continuous assaults on impregnable trenches, absurd missions concocted by commanders full of patriotic rhetoric and vanity but lacking in tactical skill, and episodes often tragic and sometimes grotesque, where the incompetence of his own side was as dangerous as the attacks waged by the enemy. A rare firsthand account of the Italian front, Lussu's memoir succeeds in staging a fierce indictment of the futility of war in a dry, often ironic style that sets his tale wholly apart from the Western Front of Remarque and adds an astonishingly modern voice to the literature of the Great War.… (más)
En Un año en el altiplano, Emilio Lussu rememora sus experiencias en el altiplano de Asiago desde junio de 1916 hasta julio de 1917, cuando, como miembro de la Brigada Sassari, combatió en el frente italo-austríaco durante la Primera Guerra Mundial.
Rememora sus experiencias en el altiplano de Asiago desde junio de 1916 hasta julio de 1917 cuando combatió en el frente italo-austríaco durante la primera guerra mundial. ( )
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Alla fine maggio 1916, la mia brigata, reggimnti 399 e 400, stava ancora sul Carso.
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Il lettore non troverà, in questo libro, né il romanzo, né la storia. Sono ricordi personali, riordinati alla meglio e limitati ad un anno, fra i quattro di guerra ai quali ho preso parte. Io non ho raccontato che quello che ho visto e mi ha maggiormente colpito. Non alla fantasia ho fatto appello, ma alla mia memoria; e i miei compagni d’arme, anche attraverso qualche nome trasformato, riconosceranno facilmente uomini e fatti. Io mi sono spogliato anche della mia esperienza successiva e ho rievocato la guerra così come noi l’abbiamo realmente vissuta, con le idee e i sentimenti d’allora. Non si tratta quindi di un lavoro a tesi: esso vuole essere solo una testimonianza italiana della grande guerra. Non esistono, in Italia, come in Francia, in Germania o in Inghilterra, libri sulla guerra. E anche questo non sarebbe stato mai scritto, senza un periodo di riposo forzato. Clavadel-Davos
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Información procedente del Conocimiento común italiano.Edita para encontrar en tu idioma.
A rediscovered Italian masterpiece chronicling the author's experience as an infantryman, newly translated and reissued to commemorate the centennial of World War I. Taking its place alongside works by Ernst JYnger, Robert Graves, and Erich Maria Remarque, Emilio Lussu's memoir is one of the most affecting accounts to come out of the First World War. A classic in Italy but virtually unknown in the English-speaking world, it reveals, in spare and detached prose, the almost farcical side of the war as seen by a Sardinian officer fighting the Austrian army on the Asiago plateau in northeastern Italy, the alpine front so poignantly evoked by Ernest Hemingway in A Farewell to Arms. For Lussu, June 1916 to July 1917 was a year of continuous assaults on impregnable trenches, absurd missions concocted by commanders full of patriotic rhetoric and vanity but lacking in tactical skill, and episodes often tragic and sometimes grotesque, where the incompetence of his own side was as dangerous as the attacks waged by the enemy. A rare firsthand account of the Italian front, Lussu's memoir succeeds in staging a fierce indictment of the futility of war in a dry, often ironic style that sets his tale wholly apart from the Western Front of Remarque and adds an astonishingly modern voice to the literature of the Great War.
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