La vita è una guerra ripetuta ogni giorno

by Oriana Fallaci

In guerra non «spari garofani. Spari pallottole, bombe, e uccidi innocenti». E anche in tempo di pace la guerra è sempre in agguato, in ogni sua forma. L'odio che Oriana Fallaci prova nei confronti della guerra è nato molto presto, quando era bambina e ha imparato a correre sotto i bombardamenti del secondo conflitto mondiale. Lei, che dalla prima linea ha raccontato carneficine ed eccidi, non si è mai arresa alla logica di «fracassare e uccidere per ritrovare dignità», a cominciare da quella che doveva essere una corrispondenza di pace e si è trasformata invece in una delle sue prime corrispondenze di guerra: Oriana voleva entrare a Budapest e descrivere la rivolta del 1956, ma i carri armati sovietici l'hanno fermata al confine. Era la fine di un sogno. Passano poco più di dieci anni e un altro sforzo fallisce, quello di «mettere insieme le razze, ricavarne un popolo unito». Questa volta è Detroit che brucia per le rivolte razziali, come bruciano molte altre città degli Stati Uniti. Oriana Fallaci vuole capire, la sua coscienza è tormentata dal dubbio. È per questo che parte per il Vietnam, che incontra i fedayn in lotta contro gli israeliani, che incide con la sua penna senza risparmiare nessuno, nemmeno gli ipocriti generali di un conflitto dimenticato, come quello tra India e Pakistan nel 1971. Vent'anni più tardi, alla prima guerra del Golfo, mentre i pozzi petroliferi sono in fiamme, riconosce il primo round di una crociata destinata a dividere due sistemi di vita, due civiltà. Con la sua nota veemenza rifiuta l'arrendevolezza dell'Occidente, e in una pagina inedita qui pubblicata per la prima volta tuona: «Io non voglio morire neanche da morta». Ogni giorno per lei è quello giusto per combattere, qualche volta arrendendosi, come nell'attimo in cui l'amore per Alekos Panagulis la colpisce come un proiettile che le si conficca nel cuore.

175 pages, Kindle Edition

First published March 20, 2018

About the author

Oriana Fallaci was born in Florence, Italy. During World War II, she joined the resistance despite her youth, in the democratic armed group "Giustizia e Libertà". Her father Edoardo Fallaci, a cabinet maker in Florence, was a political activist struggling to put an end to the dictatorship of Italian fascist leader Benito Mussolini. It was during this period that Fallaci was first exposed to the atrocities of war.

Fallaci began her journalistic career in her teens, becoming a special correspondent for the Italian paper Il mattino dell'Italia centrale in 1946. Since 1967 she worked as a war correspondent, in Vietnam, for the Indo-Pakistani War, in the Middle East and in South America. For many years, Fallaci was a special correspondent for the political magazine L'Europeo and wrote for a number of leading newspapers and Epoca magazine. During the 1968 Tlatelolco massacre prior to the 1968 Summer Olympics, Fallaci was shot three times, dragged down stairs by her hair, and left for dead by Mexican forces. According to The New Yorker, her former support of the student activists "devolved into a dislike of Mexicans":

The demonstrations by immigrants in the United States these past few months "disgust" her, especially when protesters displayed the Mexican flag. "I don't love the Mexicans," Fallaci said, invoking her nasty treatment at the hands of Mexican police in 1968. "If you hold a gun and say, 'Choose who is worse between the Muslims and the Mexicans,' I have a moment of hesitation. Then I choose the Muslims, because they have broken my balls."

In the late 1970s, she had an affair with the subject of one of her interviews, Alexandros Panagoulis, who had been a solitary figure in the Greek resistance against the 1967 dictatorship, having been captured, heavily tortured and imprisoned for his (unsuccessful) assassination attempt against dictator and ex-Colonel Georgios Papadopoulos. Panagoulis died in 1976, under controversial circumstances, in a road accident. Fallaci maintained that Panagoulis was assassinated by remnants of the Greek military junta and her book Un Uomo (A Man) was inspired by the life of Panagoulis.

During her 1972 interview with Henry Kissinger, Kissinger agreed that the Vietnam War was a "useless war" and compared himself to "the cowboy who leads the wagon train by riding ahead alone on his horse".Kissinger later wrote that it was "the single most disastrous conversation I have ever had with any member of the press."

She has written several novels uncomfortably close to raw reality which have been bestsellers in Italy and widely translated. Fallaci, a fully emancipated and successful woman in the man's world of international political and battlefront journalism, has antagonized many feminists by her outright individualism, her championship of motherhood, and her idolization of heroic manhood. In journalism, her critics have felt that she has outraged the conventions of interviewing and reporting. As a novelist, she shatters the invisible diaphragm of literariness, and is accused of betraying, or simply failing literature.

Fallaci has twice received the St. Vincent Prize for journalism, as well as the Bancarella Prize (1971) for Nothing, and So Be It; Viareggio Prize (1979), for Un uomo: Romanzo; and Prix Antibes, 1993, for Inshallah. She received a D.Litt. from Columbia College (Chicago). She has lectured at the University of Chicago, Yale University, Harvard University, and Columbia University. Fallaci’s writings have been translated into 21 languages including English, Spanish, French, Dutch, German, Greek, Swedish, Polish, Croatian and Slovenian.

Fallaci was a life-long heavy smoker. She died on September 15, 2006 in her native Florence from breast cancer.

Reviews

[Ximena Loaiza · Rating 4 out of 5]

Creí que se trataba de dar un vistazo a muchos conflictos que marcaron el siglo XX desde la perspectiva de Orianna Fallaci a través de extractos de sus artículos pero no. En realidad es un vistazo a la misma Orianna, una mujer fuerte y fascinante de muchas facetas, entre ellas la de reportera de guerra. Lo único malo es que el libro es muy corto! pero da pie a conocer sus otros escritos, su visión de la vida y los acontecimientos que narra.

[Marcelina Chudyk · Rating 4 out of 5]

„Powiem wam, czym jest wojna. To najbardziej idiotyczne, nielogiczne, groteskowe zachowanie rodzaju ludzkiego. Najbardziej nikczemne, nieakceptowalne, uprawomocnione przestępstwo, którego mogą się dopuścić rządzące nami sukinsyny. Ostatni atut imbecyli, niepotrafiących rozwiązywać problemów przy pomocy mózgu, bo go nie posiadają. Więc prowadzą wojnę. Nie, nie prowadzą. Wysyłają innych, by ją prowadzili.”

[Barbara · Rating 5 out of 5]

Libro abbastanza forte, come tutti i libri della Fallaci. Diretto, senza giri di parole. È una raccolta in breve di tutte le sue esperienze come giornalista "di guerra". Da leggere. Lo consiglio.

[Cecilia Mata · Rating 5 out of 5]

Es un libro que se lee sin respiro. Más que un conjunto de crónicas de guerras, es la historia de una mujer que jamás se rindió ante nada ni ante nadie. Una mujer valiente que mantuvo sus convicciones con una férrea coherencia pocas veces vista. Es un legado, una herencia que debemos honrar con nuestras propias convicciones sobre los hechos que acontecen en la actualidad, en los hechos que mañana formarán parte de la historia universal de la humanidad.