Pitigrilli, the great Italian writer of the interwar period, recently rediscovered thanks to the study of Umberto Eco, in the end only spoke of women. Or more precisely, the perplexity of men in front of women. Maybe his, for that matter. Dolichocephala bionda, which caused a great stir upon its publication, at a time when dominant racial ideologies presented "the superior woman" as a blonde dolichocephala, is one of Pitigrilli's many masterful variations on the eternal feminine. A strange doctor, halfway between philanthropist and charlatan, completes his fifty-sixth female conquest. It will be divided throughout the novel between this one and the fifty-seventh, princess of a small kingdom of fantasy, as it remains. Love? It is the most enigmatic in the repertoire of feelings that Pitigrilli depicts. The sentimental itinerary of Théodore Zweifel, for such is the name of this doctor, leads him from Ostend to Australia. But inevitably, towards disenchantment. The journey, which ends on a properly "smoldering" note, is nevertheless woven with this humor and this constant sense of provocation that characterize Pitigrilli, often nicknamed the Italian Paul Morand. And the omnipresent feeling that freedom of spirit inevitably designates those who suffer from it to general condemnation. Nothing has aged at Pitigrilli, except that he calls the TSF radio station. Less brilliant, less elegant, Dolico Blonde would easily pass for one of those novels which "make the headlines" contemporary, as the chroniclers say.
330 pages | ISBN: 9782914388184