Alberto Moravia has written a fascinating, thought-provoking novel that explores the relations between boredom, sexual obsession and wealth in the social classes of 1950's Rome. Dino, a thirty five year old failed painter, who is caught in some sort of existential crisis. Bored he is, but it's more of an empty and disengaged predicament of the world around him. His feelings are that boredom originates from the absurdity of a reality that is insufficient, boredom is the inability to escape from ones own consciousness. He would display some of the most bizarre behaviour I have ever come across in a literary character. His mother is rich, living a high life in an affluent part of the city, while Dino chooses to live in an apartment elsewhere. He is partly a pampered, spoiled mummy's boy when he so wishes, and can get hold of large amounts of money if he wants, but generally lives with little contact with anyone, and eventually gives up painting as it no longer interests him, if it ever did.
But then enter Cecilia, a teenage sexually promiscuous model, who he meets by chance when an old painter (Balestrieri) dies in his block. In a brief moment he invites her into his apartment studio and is drawn to her adolescent body, not quite a woman, but no longer a child, with a disturbingly obsessive mind. Cecilia is as much an interesting character as Dino, and Moravia portrays a young woman who is a step or two above the poverty line, but not yet middle class, someone who can use money, and have a practical attitude towards the possibilities of sex, and yet also exhibit an absence of envy that would make her situation the more lamentable. Dino and Cecelia would regularly engage in love-making, Cecilia out of pleasure and love, Dino out of wanting to possess her, not just physically, but totally after learning she has and had other lovers, including the late Balestrieri, who was her drawing teacher.
Dino in almost a state of complete frenzy and agitation, is constantly asking the most mundane of questions in an interrogation style to his mother and Cecilia, when his mother asks him to move back home, he would fire away at her wanting to know the ins and outs of how she spends her days, likewise with Cecilia, he is always talking obsessively about their love-making, her family, her lovers, her friends, her home, pretty much how she spends every minute of her life, out of a desperation not to lose her, he would buy her if necessary, to keep out of the hands of her other lover Luciani, but after starting to lose his grip he spirals out of control. Although Dino is the centrepiece of the novel, and definitely a great creation, I still found Cecilia the more fascinating of the two, someone living and dealing with adult situations, but still maintaining that innocence of youth. I would have loved to read the same story, just telling from her point of view, seeing her lover as this weird, eccentric individual and compulsive participant of stupid questions, who she takes to her heart.
Moravia writes on the whole with a freedom of expression that I admire greatly, even after the gagging of the fascist years in Italy, there is no mention or backlash of anything political or war related. Boredom is the sort of novel I have been crying out for, daring, evocative, never a dull moment, two great characters that I loved, just in different ways. A most striking and enjoyable read.