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Having escaped from Venice’s infamous Piombi Prison, Casanova was forced into exile. Far from destitute, however, his reputation gained him entry into European society’s highest echelons. Yet there, he soon found himself obliged to engage in a duel over a ballerina—a lady in whom neither he nor his Polish rival had the slightest interest. Recounting the deadly encounter and the surprising events it precipitated with sardonic, even blaseacute; wit, Casanova creates a work of thrilling adventure and inimitable literary style. Giacomo Casanova (1725–1798) was an adventurer, a spy, a poet, and a novelist. His literary reputation rests on his remarkable History of My Life, which vividly records not only his exploits and adventures but the manners and morals of the day.
104 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1789
It was his intention to trade a few sword-thrusts in some place or another, and get the business over with... (p. 19)A nameless Venetian (hinted to be the author himself) flees his city after getting into some unspecified trouble and wanders through Europe, eventually settling in Warsaw, where a clash with a Polish nobleman over the attentions of a ballerina leads to a dangerous duel. Thrilling stuff, and apparently adapted from the author's Memoirs, which I definitely did not need to know existed in such a lovely unabridged set. And just when I was beginning to feel (temporarily, at least) satisfied with the size of my library, too. Alas.
The next day, the Podstoli sent over an officer with his compliments, to return the Venetian's sword, inquire about his health, and to let him know that the wound he had inflicted was not fatal... The Venetian responded in kind, and this exchange of communiqués became a daily routine. (p. 52)Story: An episotolary novella about two fanatical duelists who, confined to their beds following their most recent exchange, begin a friendly correspondence that slowly morphs into a thinly-veiled yet barbed rehash of their last encounter.
The Venetian...understood that people who eat and drink to excess end up with both mind and body in a sluggish state. (p.37)Story: A retired officer, aging, bloated, past his prime, is insulted by a younger, rakishly handsome soldier, and, seeing his own past reflected in the man, challenges him to a duel. The young pup, seeing some sport in the chance to humiliate the old lion, accepts, and lets the officer choose his weapons. His choice: sausages. Pies. Cakes galore. A smorgasbord of rich delights and a feast to the death, with the victor just as ruined as the vanquished. The young rake reluctantly accepts, and a cycle begins anew.
SURGEON: But what about the gangrene?
VENETIAN: Where is it?
SURGEON: It is imminent.
VENETIAN: Very well then. But I want to see it. I am extremely curious about it. Once it appears, we can talk about amputating the hand.
SURGEON: It will be too late by then.
VENETIAN: Why?
SURGEON: Because it is progressing very rapidly, and by then it will be necessary to amputate your arm.
VENETIAN: Excellent. You will amputate my arm. But for the moment, please bandage me up and leave. (57)