There's something haunting about this book. Perhaps it's the evocative silence that hovers over the pages, adding weight to the conversations and characters. It seems that there is as much left unsaid as there is said, and the reader is left to fill in the gaps, adding their own voice to the silence (and sharing it, as it were, with the main characters).
Set in Italy during the end of WWII, three friends weather the season of change together. Ada is strong, elegant, and joyful in the face of hardship. Her husband, Paolo, is more taciturn, hiding his suffering well, never truly letting on just how ill he is. And finally, Giulia is the faithful friend. With her own husband away, she becomes the support that Ada and Paolo didn't know they needed.
This is not a fast-paced novel. It's largely set in the bedroom of Paolo and Ada, where the three share a bed to keep warm in the harsh Italian winter. Giulia alternates between staying at her cousins' place in another town and visiting her friends in Tetto Murato, and the novel depicts her traveling over the landscape toward her friends with ice and snow beneath her feet, the empty silence of the land giving way to the dilapidated home of Paolo and Ada, where Giulia trades the coldness of her walk with the warmth of three friends going through hardship together.
This book was originally written in 1957 and was only recently translated into English. It's a deep, thoughtful, dreamlike novel. It slips through your fingers a bit like water, and in the end, silence remains. But this silence is between characters, between author and reader, and we learn that "the only true silence is a silence shared."