People without history, who made history
In 'Troncamacchioni', a term from the slang of the woodcutters and charcoal burners of the Maremma, Alberto Prunetti recounts how a world war led to a dictatorship
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"Novella nera con fatti di sangue" is the subtitle of the novel Troncamacchioni (Feltrinelli, pp., 162, euro16) with which Alberto Prunetti, translator and editor, is in the finals of the Campiello prize.
Could you describe it? .
It is entitled 'Troncamacchioni', a term from the slang of the Maremma woodcutters and charcoal burners that indicates a sui generis way of proceeding in the woods (and in life): head held high, taking adversity head-on and moving straight ahead, with the certainty of the rightness of one's actions. It is a hybrid work, a kind of historical investigation of acold case, a murder that occurred a century ago. I define it as a rags-to-riches epic, because I try to tell in an epic key, and therefore with adventurous and lofty tones, stories of lowly and minute people, set in a wooded and mining patch of land in Maremma, between the end of the First World War and 1922. I therefore try to put together a high-sounding and tragic language with a low but nonetheless dramatic story. Political violence, murders and settling of scores in the provincial Tuscany of the years in which Fascism asserted itself with the violent strategy of squadrism. But also popular poetry and straightforward wine, recounting the lives of ordinary people. People without history, who made history. In the end, it is a choice in line with Goldoni's Campiello, which in the warning to the reader declares that he wrote his comedy 'in the most refined terms of the lowly rank and with the most ordinary phrases of the plebeians' and that his story is precisely 'about the customs of cotal gente', that is, 'the lowly people'. And similarly, I too have written 'in the manner of the low people', as the back cover of Troncamacchioni states.
Why did you feel the need to tell this story?
I recount in my pages how a world war led to a dictatorship. If we look at the world today, the theme is still relevant. And I feel the need to honour the memory of so many nameless deserters who preferred to avoid spilling their blood, their own and that of others, for their homeland, at a time when the rhetoric of blood and soil infected Europe with Nazi-fascism. The writer Karl Kraus rightly argued that with blood and soil, key elements of Hitler's rhetoric, you only get tetanus. The protagonists of my pages are anonymous peasants, labourers, coal miners, but at the moment of choice they are not mobilised by the warmongering slogans of those years. They are on the side of the last, which is their side, until the end, and they will pay bitterly for those choices.
