According to the title of this book it should cover the first seven years Dario Fo’s life, ”plus a few more”. Already here the author reveals the jester in him. Fo was borne in 1926 and includes events far beyond that as far as far as to the time soon after World War 2. The last chapter even is about his father’s funeral. His father died in 1987. Nothing of this does, however, diminish the value of this book and the joy it brings to its reader.
The style of writing is exactly what you would expect from a gorgeous talent like Fo. The book is a collection of separate stories starting at his childhood. The stories may be true, or not. But who cares when the stories are so good. A good storyteller is always popular. In the book Po reveals some of the sources of his stories and how to construct a story so that you catch the attention of the listener. It is a very special talent, which Fo certainly masters. In one chapter he tells how he at the age of sixteen developed and trained his storytelling skills every morning on the train en route to school – learning by doing. He also talks about older story tellers from whom he has gained much of his skill, his maternal grandfather among them. Or maybe I should not call it telling stories, but performing as Fo puts it. As all great story tellers Fo too, draws from great story tellers who have preceded him, local fishermen, Homer, you name them.
The stories are not just humour. The resistance against Italian fascism and later German Nazism are present too, mixed with juvenile prank, even looting and piracy. The war and its effects on the local community and Fo’s life both during the war and the years immediately after it are depicted with humour and warmth.