I picked up this book because both the title, the cover design and the sentence on the back cover made me think of a fictionalized biography of Enzo Ferrari, from his childhood to his successes with the legendary red cars. Instead, there is only one piece of the story, and precisely is missing what the cover suggests, namely the rise of Enzo Ferrari in the world of cars and racing. In essence it is about the life of Enzo Ferrari from his birth until the end of the First World War, when Enzo returns from the war and has to start from scratch, with his dead brother, his dead father and Gisa, his mother, who has lost a bit the reason. We therefore experience Enzo's childhood, his first friendships, his first love, Norma, and his experience on the war front. We experience the embryo of his first love for cars, passed on to him by his father Fredo and his brother Dino, with the first cars in Modena at the beginning of the 20th century; the book in fact begins in Modena in 1899, when little Enzo sees his father Fredo whizzing by driving Modena's first car, alongside his slightly mad friend, Count Leonida di Ripafratta. It is from this experience that we understand that Enzo's passion for working in his father's workshop and the many adventures related to cars with his brother Dino will be born. However, it is not a book about cars, but is the story of a stubborn boy, even if frail, who however wants to test himself and take risks. It is also the story of Gisa, a woman who is a feminist inside, without even knowing what feminists are. It is a book that also touches on Futurism, with the ideas of modernity that are beginning to circulate among people, who still find them strange. It is a book about war and how it changed the lives of many and everyone's awareness.
It is a very pleasant book to read, certainly very fictionalized and not very biographical in the strict sense of the word, but still a beautiful book, well written and which immerses you in the world of the beginning of the last century. Of course, there is still some regret about a title and a cover that voluntarily allow us to imagine another content, but we are now used to these editorial tricks. Unfortunately.