This is a journalist’s attempt at fiction.
Achille Varzi, the hero of this book, was a real 1930s to 1940s Grand Prix racing driver. His career has all the ingredients for a great dramatic motion picture. But he is almost forgotten: racing in that age was the stuff of propaganda for two regimes, in Germany and Italy, that lost the war, and many a protagonist had a reason for not telling all the truth, both then and afterwards. So our author in ten years of research could not fill all the gaps, and decided to invent and embellish, and sell the story as fiction with a factual basis.
So far so good... if his craft half matched the calibre of the story. Sadly it doesn’t. Wooden and clichéd dialogue, that is sometimes hardly psychologically believable, and invented ornament and detail that sounds surprisingly inaccurate and unconvincing, given the amount of research that allegedly went into the book, mar the reading experience. On the website accompanying the book, Martini mentions half the manuscript got edited out and might make a second book on the German drivers. Four years on, and it’s not here yet: something is amiss.
Not that the editors get it all right: there’s at least one mistake in almost every Italian phrase that is supposed to make the book more authentic.
It is still a great story, and the second star is for the effort of telling it. There should be more books on Varzi. But if you half read Italian, get one of the books by Giorgio Terruzzi published by Giorgio Nada. They tell the story as far as it can be told, and as accurately as possible.