Intervista con il mito

by Oriana Fallaci

Eroica sui fronti di guerra e impareggiabile quando si misura, diva tra i divi, con lo snobismo di Franca Valeri, l’inafferrabilità di Frank Capra, l’ironia di Monica Vitti, la sincerità di Isa Miranda, i paradossi di Cesare Zavattini, la perfezione di Paul Newman, l’intensità di Juliette Gréco, la metafisica di Totò, lo splendore di Virna Lisi, la malinconia di Peter Sellers, la risata di Jack Lemmon, la stravaganza di Rosalind Russell, il genio di Danny Kaye, l’energia di Shirley MacLaine, l’anticonformismo di Lea Massari, l’inesorabilità di Sue Lyon, i silenzi di Geraldine Chaplin, il naso di Barbra Streisand, la distanza di Omar Sharif, lo sguardo da 007 di Sean Connery, la fierezza di Lucia Bosé, il coraggio di Ingrid Bergman, il sorriso di Dean Martin, per citare solo alcuni dei tanti nomi che affollano questa galleria di celebrità. Nel suo percorso giornalistico Oriana li incontra tutti, anche più di una nessuno come lei riesce a fargli ammettere vizi, capricci e debolezze. Intervista con il Mito presenta per la prima volta in volume una selezione delle indimenticabili interviste che la Fallaci realizza negli anni Sessanta, come inviata de “L’Europeo”, tra Cinecittà e Hollywood. In Appendice uno straordinario reportage sul viaggio di Pier Paolo Pasolini a New York, città da cui il grande regista e scrittore era profondamente affascinato, e il testo in memoria della sua cara amica Ingrid Bergman, che si spegne dopo una lotta estenuante con il parole e pensieri toccanti che testimoniano il legame profondo di Oriana con i suoi intervistati.

Genres: Journalism

594 pages, Kindle Edition

First published November 1, 2010

About the author

Oriana Fallaci was born in Florence, Italy. During World War II, she joined the resistance despite her youth, in the democratic armed group "Giustizia e Libertà". Her father Edoardo Fallaci, a cabinet maker in Florence, was a political activist struggling to put an end to the dictatorship of Italian fascist leader Benito Mussolini. It was during this period that Fallaci was first exposed to the atrocities of war.

Fallaci began her journalistic career in her teens, becoming a special correspondent for the Italian paper Il mattino dell'Italia centrale in 1946. Since 1967 she worked as a war correspondent, in Vietnam, for the Indo-Pakistani War, in the Middle East and in South America. For many years, Fallaci was a special correspondent for the political magazine L'Europeo and wrote for a number of leading newspapers and Epoca magazine. During the 1968 Tlatelolco massacre prior to the 1968 Summer Olympics, Fallaci was shot three times, dragged down stairs by her hair, and left for dead by Mexican forces. According to The New Yorker, her former support of the student activists "devolved into a dislike of Mexicans":

The demonstrations by immigrants in the United States these past few months "disgust" her, especially when protesters displayed the Mexican flag. "I don't love the Mexicans," Fallaci said, invoking her nasty treatment at the hands of Mexican police in 1968. "If you hold a gun and say, 'Choose who is worse between the Muslims and the Mexicans,' I have a moment of hesitation. Then I choose the Muslims, because they have broken my balls."

In the late 1970s, she had an affair with the subject of one of her interviews, Alexandros Panagoulis, who had been a solitary figure in the Greek resistance against the 1967 dictatorship, having been captured, heavily tortured and imprisoned for his (unsuccessful) assassination attempt against dictator and ex-Colonel Georgios Papadopoulos. Panagoulis died in 1976, under controversial circumstances, in a road accident. Fallaci maintained that Panagoulis was assassinated by remnants of the Greek military junta and her book Un Uomo (A Man) was inspired by the life of Panagoulis.

During her 1972 interview with Henry Kissinger, Kissinger agreed that the Vietnam War was a "useless war" and compared himself to "the cowboy who leads the wagon train by riding ahead alone on his horse".Kissinger later wrote that it was "the single most disastrous conversation I have ever had with any member of the press."

She has written several novels uncomfortably close to raw reality which have been bestsellers in Italy and widely translated. Fallaci, a fully emancipated and successful woman in the man's world of international political and battlefront journalism, has antagonized many feminists by her outright individualism, her championship of motherhood, and her idolization of heroic manhood. In journalism, her critics have felt that she has outraged the conventions of interviewing and reporting. As a novelist, she shatters the invisible diaphragm of literariness, and is accused of betraying, or simply failing literature.

Fallaci has twice received the St. Vincent Prize for journalism, as well as the Bancarella Prize (1971) for Nothing, and So Be It; Viareggio Prize (1979), for Un uomo: Romanzo; and Prix Antibes, 1993, for Inshallah. She received a D.Litt. from Columbia College (Chicago). She has lectured at the University of Chicago, Yale University, Harvard University, and Columbia University. Fallaci’s writings have been translated into 21 languages including English, Spanish, French, Dutch, German, Greek, Swedish, Polish, Croatian and Slovenian.

Fallaci was a life-long heavy smoker. She died on September 15, 2006 in her native Florence from breast cancer.

Reviews

[Uranium]

Böiâ, ci ho messo quasi tre anni a leggerlo!!

Anyhoo, ci tengo a precisare che il tempo impiegato é dovuto al formato del libro: io non funziono bene con i libri che contengono racconti autoconclusivi, perdo l'interesse molto velocemente (si vede benissimo quali sono gli altri due libri che ho in lettura da anni:
tutte raccolte di racconti).

Le interviste sono tutte gradevoli, alcune più di altre ma va a güßtö/simpatie personali. Ricordo che mi hanno colpito molto Virna Lisi che amava passeggiare per cimiteri, la modernissima Ingrid Thulin,
l'antipatico Paul Newman, ho riso molto - più o meno-con Alain Delon, Lucia Bosé mi ha fatto cascare i brazzi e potrei proseguire ma mi fermo qui. E bravo (come lo dicono gli americani BRAVŒ) alla Phalläci che sapeva lasciar parlare l'intervistato, senza esprimere giudizi ma comunque riuscendo a tirare fuori la persona oltre alla star.


EDIT: non ci posso credere. Ho fatto almeno una ventina di tentativi per postare questa recensione, non ci riuscivo perché a quanto pare ho inserito delle parolacce. Volete sapere qual è la parole brutta e cattiva?

Güßtö. Ziocan.