Years before becoming the Blessed Little Pigeon Pouter, Dictator of Italy and inventor of Fascism; Benito Mussolini was a Socialist agitator from a poor family with a foreign education. He was also hungry and was paying such of what he could pay by being in the media. He got a contract to write a serialized for print novel. Ala Dickens or Trollope et al. He was writing to contract , to a left wing audience and apparently with encouragement, but no meaningful editorial oversight.
What he wrote was: The Cardinal Mistress. I had hoped to find lurid purple prose and and an unintended laugh riot. Once I got past the almost sycophantic introduction in my 1928 translation I found the makings of a decent novel.
Properly cleaned up the core plot revolves around a well intentioned Cardinal and prince , Carl Emmanuel Trent who faithfully and deeply loves his mistress of 20 years Claudia Particella. The two must face off against a host of people , Including the Cardinal’s Chief of staff who are all what we would now call haters.
Had the 26 year old impecunious author the benefit of a good editor, this plot could have been kept clean and the core problem would have been one of an illegal, or at least impious love and a scheming groups of evil detractors. Unfortunately we do not get a clean plot.
The Cardinal seems well meaning except that early on he uses the combined power of Cardinal and head of a rich family to crush an innocent cousin for the crime of loving a person not suitable to the Cardinal. Carl E. Trent is honest enough to seek a Papal dispensation to allow himself to leave the shovel hat and the clothe so that he is free to marry. He spends lavishly as the papacy is also a house of corruption but in part due to the cabal against the Cardinal his petition is denied. So honest enough to seek an honest out, but it takes him 20 years to get to it. Meantime we are told that the people are suffering for his lack of attention to matters terrestrial or spiritual.
Claudia’s personality is not clear until at least midway into the book, but she will revel a very dark side. So do we like our loving pair or not?
Within the writing there are flashes of good authorship. People may be inconsistent, but descriptions are never empurpled with over lavish adjectives. This is not the fiction of Hemingway, but it has to rank as competitive with contemporary (1906) bodice ripper type romances.
My 1928 edition is the first English edition and may be hard to find or pricey when found. It is also available in on-line translation. I can recommend it as a historical oddity and as a fair to middling read. Had he pursued fiction instead of politics, and had he found a good editor, it is possible that the name Mussolini would be as well known.