Review of Rosso Malpelo, by Giovanni Verga
A PERFECT SHOWCASE OF ITALIAN VERISMO WITH JUST A SHORT-STORY
I do insist on leaving a review on every single piece of writing that I read, not only out of respect for the work itself but also for the author who created it. I believe leaving a review with a rating should be just as important morally to at least explaing your judgement of someone's work even if it's just to praise it or even trash it, and yes, even if the author is dead. RIP Giovanni Verga. But I digress.
Here are my thoughts:
I think Rosso Malpelo is a very good short story that also works as one of the perfect examples of Italian Verismo as a literary current. I found the story compelling, a small part also due to me being Sicilian, as it showed the life of young men in Sicily during that time, particularly one like Malpelo who’s discriminated against. I found his character to be complex and realistic at the same time. We know that he doesn’t have any love at home besides his father, and he dies in the mines, leaving him alone with a mother and a sister that don’t care for him, and coworkers who despise him.
I found the way he teaches Ranocchio how to survive their world to be sweet, while still being true to his character. He has never known true, caring love, so he thinks that ‘tough love’ and him trying to get Ranocchio to get used to the abuse while still helping him is heartbreaking. We can see he cares about his only friend by the way he panics when he believes him hitting Ranocchio causes him to cough blood and soon after die. We can also see how Ranocchio dying and his family leaving him alone kind of confirms his fatalistic worldview that, while tragic, harsh, and cruel, is somewhat accurate for someone like him. Life has been nothing but suffering, and life is cruel to those deemed as outcasts or weak or simply chosen as victims of the far-too-common abuse. I found his fatalistic mindset to show in full force in the way he doesn’t consider his well-being at all; he’s just resigned to his role and fate, which is why I believe his choice to go into the dangerous path was merely a form of suicidal ideation literally exacerbating into actualized intent that has been strengthened by his idea that makes it ‘poetic’ by dying the same way his father did.
Lastly, the way it’s also narrated, unflinching even in the prose, just so we can feel as if we’re listening to a voice of that world, lower-class, harsh and humble, adds many points to its literary value.
All in all, I think that while a short story, is still perfect for what it set out to do, and the only reason is not a 5 out 5 is merely because Rosso Malpelo, while excellent, still did not hit me so much so to be a forever book in my heart.
4/5
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