This 1967 'Pop' novel by Italian writer, actress & journalist, Gaia Servadio, who died in August 2021 at the age of 82, ranks as one of the most individual & unusual works of fiction I have ever read. (more than 1,500 give or take a completely unrecorded & forgotten one or two or twenty!).
Frankly, it's quite barmy...in a mostly positive way, as it meanders hap-hazardly around London & other European & American locations of the 'Swinging Sixties' like the Thames in a Waterloo Sunset!
The original Italian version 'Tanto gentile e tanto onesta', translated, somewhat surprisingly, not by the author herself, but by a certain L.K.Conrad!...(an in-joke with the literary reference to multi lingual Joseph?). It could well be...as Gaia's novel is laced with satirical & humourous moments, clearly intended to amuse & parody her wealthy friends & eccentric acquaintances.
Not quite a comic novel then but very much a focused 1960s viewpoint on the 'revolutionary' new ideas circulating amongst the so-called intelligentsia of the rapidly changing perspectives during the Cold War & its effects on western democracies' sanity!
Gaia had been an adolescent, student socialist-cum-communist but soon married into the British establishment. (She was actually, for a period, Boris Johnson's mother-in-law at the time when Bojo was married to her daughter, Allegra!).
She would have understood much of the socio-political madness that pervaded all forms of literature, art, theatre, cinema & sexual 'habits' at the time, no doubt.
More than 50 years on - and rescued from a Charing Cross Road book emporium in the late 70s for £3, attracted by its colourful cover, emblazoned with a Union Jack & Leighton's 'Flaming June',& its inside, evocative portrait of the mysterious-looking authoress by Patrick Lichfield - I finally got around to reading it!
(I have recently also read Gaia Servadio's memoir from 1978, 'Insider Outsider - a personal view of Britain', (again saved from a pile of library rejects for 30p.!), & I enjoyed some intimate insights into her lively 'social' life with a variety of men & women of some standing in her formative years in London where she arrived to less-than-seamlessly coalesce with Britain at the Camberwell School of Art & Belgravia!).
Melinda Publisher(!!), the eponymous heroine, moves relentlessly through a variety of contemporaneous characters, locations, incidents, accidents, murders, sexual liaisons, and acute observations of high-ranking men & women (with whom Gaia herself was more than just familiar!) to a comic climax in a Soviet space capsule orbiting the earth, out of control, oxygen & hope of a landing back on earth, & a world exclusive story for the hungry, though technologically-lacking media: a notorious & famous woman - as she had become in the novel - breaking barriers for her sex without any apparent active, feminist cause at its heart. Stanley Kubrick was waiting in the wings!...& 'Barbarella' too!
In 1968, few women were burning their bras though plenty were neglecting to wear them when their dissatisfied mood suited such departures from comfort & propriety! Alas, I was just a lusty teenager, watching from the wings!
There are shades of 'Bond...James Bond', comic-stripper Modesty Blaise & that era's spying tropes aplenty...not least a licence to kill which Melinda accomplishes with some cool panache!, & an intimate touch or two of risque soft porn - Melinda has many inadequate husbands & lovers! - pre-dating the modern interepretation of sexual politics, (including a scheme with a posh friend to set up a company to market high-quality sperm in a Swiss 'bank' for profit, though Melinda is something of a brood mare herself with several 'spawn' herself!)...
All-in-all then, a leisurely-moving parade through a whole host of 1960s situations...with no dividing chapters in its 335 pages & several pages of straight dialogues without 'she said...he confided...she looked away...he...' : well, imagine! Melinda was very attractive to men!
On many pages I found myself saying 'This could never have happened, could it?'...but I enjoyed its exaggerated realities & bizarre events.
The fact that nobody I know has ever heard of this novel or the writer...though it & she did receive good reviews at its publication by Weidenfeld & Nicolson, is a sobering thought for writers. How quickly they become like yesterday's newspapers - which still exist! - particularly in the modern, 21st century of literary 'planned obsolescence'. If it's not topical or woke or instantly convertible into T.V or film...forget it...and take your dog for a walk or stroke your pussy...'cause we publishers ain't intr'ested!
Shelf-life is limited...aaaagh!