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Friday, July 18, 2014

A Book Made of Rock: Manuel Mujica Láinez’s Bomarzo




…the strange sensual atmosphere that imprisoned Bomarzo…was like one of the webs in the nearby tombs, viscous and ancient, spun over a long period of time with Etruscan, Roman, and barbarian threads and the more recent woof of the golden strands of the Orsinis, a weaving of dark filaments that would suddenly sparkle, swaying between the castle and the tombs, between the Tiber and the crags, and which muffled the place in its eternal scheme.


To visit the Bosco Sacro of Duke Pier Francesco Orsini is to be initiated into a kind of cult. My initiation began years ago on the eve of a trip to Italy, when a friend forwarded me an unexpected postcard she’d received. A book artist to whom she was related, having learned of my trip, had written to ask if, for a book project, I might track down a village called Bomarzo and take photographs of its strange garden. I had never heard of Bomarzo, and my guidebook showed nothing, but once in Italy I discovered that it lay a few miles off the rail route linking Rome and Florence. I got off the train at the nearest station. Forced to resort to walking and hitchhiking to get to the town, I began to question my decision. But upon my arrival I was dumbfounded. Nestled in a dark glade beneath an imposing castle and gloomy village on the hill above, here was the place I had most hoped to find on my travels. Months earlier, bewitched by images of it in Lina Wertmüller’s film Sotto, Sotto, I’d been maddeningly vexed, in those pre-Internet days, at being unable to discover what or where it was.   

For a couple of hours I wandered in a spell cast by the Parco dei Mostri, or Park of the Monsters, as it’s known today. The eeriness of the place was evident even at its entrance, where a dozen or so peacocks strutted about uttering weirdly human-like cries. Inside, wild and unkempt paths wound crazily between the garden’s 500-year-old sculptures. Chiseled from the existing rock and covered in moss and vegetation, almost organic features of the landscape, Bomarzo’s strange figures seemed more disturbing than whimsical: an elephant, surmounted by a crenelated tower and rider, cradling or crushing a collapsed soldier in its trunk; bears standing on their hind legs, holding great stone roses; a seated mermaid, her legs spread wide; a bearded Neptune; an enormous tortoise; a precariously tilting stone tower into which one could (precariously) climb; a gap-toothed head with a globe and castle upon its crown; a woman, gigantesque, reclining voluptuously; a dragon fending off an attack by two lions; a human figure held upside down by the legs and being rent in two by a hulking giant; and most riveting, a monstrous head, an “orc,” into the gaping mouth of which one could enter and sit upon a small table, like a tongue, carved directly from the rock. Etched around the mouth, partially legible in faded red letters, were the words, “Ogni penisero vola” (“All reason takes flight”).[i] Other sculptures and decorative elements lay all about: busts, vases, great pine cones and acorns, crumbling stone block walls, parapets and stairways, even a set of serrated teeth as though the hillside itself had a mouth, an especially provoking feature given that the earth, at an imperceptibly slow pace, seemed engaged in gradually swallowing everything.

A young woman, one of but four other visitors I’d seen, reached the exit just as I did. Introducing herself as an Argentinian, she inquired, “Are you here too because of the novel?” “The novel?” I asked. “Yes, of course, Bomarzo, by Manuel Mujica Láinez.” I confessed that I did not know it. She seemed incredulous. “But why are you here? You must, you must read it. It is a very great book. He made it into an opera too, with the composer Ginastera.”

When I returned from my trip I began scouring second-hand bookshops, without success, for the English translation of Bomarzo, long out of print. In Los Angeles one evening, a bookseller asked what I’d been seeking. When I told him, the man stared hard for a moment. Then reaching into his shirt collar and fingering a chain around his neck, he withdrew a bronze medallion, leaned forward, and held it out to me. To my astonishment, it featured an engraved image of Bomarzo’s “orc.” “Ah. Bomarzo,” he sighed. “You have been there, yes? A special place. I do not have the book. I wish I did. It is a great book. Good luck finding it. And welcome to the club.”

As I would soon learn, that “club” included many notable members. Jean Cocteau had admired the garden, as had Andre Bréton, Alberto Moravia, and Mario Praz. Brassaï and Herbert List had photographed it. One of Michelangelo Antonioni’s first films was about Bomarzo, and Salvador Dalí had been so smitten that he’d attempted, unsuccessfully, to buy the place. French artist Niki de Saint-Phalle had been so inspired by the bosco sacro that she conceived her own Italian “monster grove,” the Giardino dei Tarocchi (Tarot Garden) in Tuscany. The American literary critic Edmund Wilson, in one of his final essays, wrote that, “Among the uniform amenities of Italy there is one patch of ugliness and horror. The Orsini Park of Bomarzo strikes a deliberately discordant note.” Wilson went on to remark Bomarzo’s uncanny tendency to resist explanation, quoting André Pieyre de Mandiargues, one of the few writers to have made a serious study of the place: “One is baffled by so tenacious an obscurity…from the moment one undertakes to dig a little into questions that are posed by the monuments of Bomarzo, the darkness that lies at their feet is so thick that it would seem that it has been accumulated intentionally.”

Mujica’s novel, in part an effort to penetrate this “tenacious obscurity,” also appears, at least outside of Argentina, to have been afflicted by it. While I eventually located the book, I have met few people who have heard of, let alone read it (invariably with those who have, even if they’ve never visited Bomarzo, an instant, intimate complicity is established). In a 2013 piece on Argentine literature in The Guardian, commenters offered hundreds of recommendations, but Bomarzo did not appear until I suggested it myself. Among lists of great historical novels, I have never seen it mentioned. Bomarzo includes some magnificent writing about Venice, yet in the several collections of writing about that city that I’ve read, I have never seen it excerpted.[ii]

Some of this cloudiness is understandable. Readers may be discouraged not only by the problem of obtaining the out of print translation, but also by the novel’s density and 600-page length. Mujica himself, responding to a reader who found it difficult to read, admitted, “Yo no lo he vuelto a leer nunca” (“I have not read it again ever”). Furthermore, with its linear narrative structure and realist style, Bomarzo seems almost an anachronism, having more in common with the ornately magniloquent Flaubert of Salammbô than with the daring experimentation going on among Mujica’s literary contemporaries.

But in other ways this obscurity makes little sense. Mujica Láinez (or “Manucho” as he was familiarly known) - a colleague of Jorge Luis Borges, Witold Gombrowicz and other writers of their generation in Argentina - was hardly an insignificant figure. After Bomarzo appeared in 1962, it garnered Argentina’s inaugural national book award and shared, with Julio Cortázar’s Rayuela (Hopscotch), the John F. Kennedy Prize in 1964. [iii]The novel has apparently also had an outsized influence on interpretations of the park itself, Mujica Láinez’s vision having fused with what’s actually known about Bomarzo’s history. Edmund Wilson, shortly after publication of his essay, received a letter from Mujica Láinez regretfully informing him that nearly everything Wilson had assumed to be the true story of Pier Francesco Orsini had been almost entirely invented by the author, down to the Duke’s hunched back.

Perhaps the most incongruous aspect of this obscurity, though, is that Bomarzo is a tour-de-force of writing, with a sustained, baroque intensity that seems to have been exhaled in a single long breath. Revisiting the novel 20 years after I first read it, I am even more impressed by its extraordinary richness, intricate and panoramic vision of the Italian Renaissance, and powerful, seductive psychological portrait, conveyed in a narrative style alloying realism with romantic, even gothic, elements (hidden chambers, secret tunnels, mystical objects, cryptic documents). It ranks easily among the finest historical novels I have read, comparable in quality to Marguerite Yourcenar’s Memoirs of Hadrian, but transcending and even refuting conventions of that genre by virtue of its unforgettable narrator, the creator of the Bosco Sacro himself, Duke Pier Francesco (a.k.a. “Vicino”) Orsini; as well as by Mujica’s having Orsini narrate his chronicle from the present day, nearly 500 years after the Duke’s birth (I challenge readers to find another work of fiction set in the Italian Renaissance that references Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita). This handy device helps emphasize one of the novel’s main thematic currents - the quest for immortality - and conveniently allows Orsini to adjust the magnification knob on his gaze into the past and trace the “merciless” ways the centuries have altered and even wiped out his traces. The merciful Mujica Láinez, however, exercises restraint in the modern material he allows the Duke to incorporate (the book’s unexpected ending helps explain why), and the novel rests almost entirely within the 16th century.

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Pier Francesco Orsini’s narrative, as he insists again and again, is an attempt to set down, with scrupulous honesty and proceeding “chronologically so as to leave nothing out,” the events of his remarkable life leading up to the creation of his bosco sacro. He enters the world at Bomarzo “during a time of violence… an atmosphere in which crime was something as natural as a warlike deed or a profitable marriage,” and in an age “characterized everywhere by a search for the elements that concerned formal beauty.” A mystifying horoscope drawn the day of his birth predicts that Orsini’s life will be without end. Born 25 years after Michelangelo but sharing the same birthday, Pier Francesco is tenuously (and tenebrously) linked to the artist, for whom he serves as a foil, a dark reflection of the artistic genius of the time and a perverse example, perhaps, of the Mannerist rejection of the harmonies of the High Renaissance (though the Duke distances himself from the Mannerists’ reactionary aesthetic). From the beginning Pier Francesco is a contradictory, accursed figure, distinguished from his two tyrannizing brothers by a hunchback and limp (translator Gregory Rabassa notes similarities to Shakespeare’s Richard III) and disdained as well by his father - “a man of tremendous rages…basically a sadist,” who provides the young duke with opposing formative experiences: locking the terrified boy in a dark cell with a skeleton, then later, in an uncharacteristically tender gesture, stroking the boy’s face with his finger while recounting to him having witnessed the procession of Michelangelo’s David through the streets of Florence (one example of several “mini-essays” on art in Bomarzo). His mother having died the year after Pier Francesco’s birth, the Duke has but one reliable companion, his protective grandmother, Diana Orsini, matriarch of the family. The narrative follows Pier Francesco’s entwining motivations:

I was a man of my time and circumstances had made me worse than average. My defect – my defects – had ended by provoking a kind of blindness in me, without the bonds of religion, without the prejudices of the bourgeois, and before anything else came two preoccupations: the defense of my weak and timid personality, which had been abused by an environment of violence, and the cult of my line, a devotion to that Orsinian glory that was centered and incarnate in Bomarzo.

Constituted by a desperate desire to overcome his physical deformity and be loved; a scheming, even murderous vengefulness towards his tormentors; and a quest to leave a mark upon the world, the Duke embodies contrast. His twisted body is set off by a face that displays the distilled “perfection” of good breeding. He represents “the paradox of being and not being at the same time a privileged person.” While obliged to adhere to public codes of nobility and dignity of his time and class, he subscribes privately to Bomarzo’s myriad, opaque mysteries, its castle built upon “an immense Etruscan necropolis” in lands once occupied by this “most undecipherable people of Europe,” a world filled with objects “in possession of deep secrets that have been impressed on them.” He obtains a measure of power; seduces and is seduced, “with no separation of sexual frontiers,” by women and men of all classes and stations; enters into a tangled marriage with a Farnese, Guilia (to whom the real Duke dedicated his park, erecting a temple to her memory); and involves himself with alchemy and black arts. A character of preternatural complexity, Vicino Orsini’s jealousy, pettiness, vengefulness, despair, moral depravity, criminality, and assertions of strategically-deployed power find corresponding attributes of fragility, vulnerability, acute perceptiveness, an obsessive appreciation of art, beauty and mystery, and a resolute honesty evident in his commitment to omit nothing from his narrative, no matter how poorly it might reflect upon himself.

The scope and scale of Mujica’s novel is extraordinary. He seems to have immersed himself completely in 16th century Italy, its quotidian life, manners, superstitions, philosophical and theological debates, literary and artistic movements and triumphs, aesthetics, shifts of power, invasions and battles, internecine conflicts, the whole range of responses and challenges of a world emerging from the dark ages into the light of the Renaissance and finding, “beyond the old world that had been carefully classified with metal labels and colors strictly ordained by heraldic usage, another world…mysterious and fierce, bursting out of the jungles of America cut by enormous rivers on the banks of which temples dedicated to cruel gods arose.” The attention Mujica lavishes on the genealogy and key figures of Italy’s ruling families - Orsini, Farnese, Medici, Colonna, Gonzaga, Montefeltro, Este and others – reveals formidable scholarship. Yet these historical elements come as entirely secondary to the concentrated intensity of Mujica’s psychological portrait of the Duke, with his detached ironic tone that wavers between melancholy and cruelty and his acidic flashes of humor, all of which prevent an accretion of granular historical detail from weighing down the novel.

Art, especially painting, features prominently in Bomarzo. Many of the novel’s scenes reference specific paintings, most notably Lorenzo Lotto’s “Portrait of a Young Man,” appropriated brilliantly by Mujica as a portrait of the Duke. A reader equipped with a thorough knowledge of Italian Renaissance painting might even be able to assemble an exhibition that would form a coherent visual accompaniment to the book. Bomarzo’s panoramic scenes in Venice, for example, suggest Canaletto, while other works, portraits of various Orsini and Farnese, are, like Lotto’s portrait, deftly put to use to fit Mujica’s fictional needs.

Lozenzo Lotto, "Portrait of a Young Man," Gallerie dell'Accademia, Venice


A great love of literature is also evident in the Pier Francesco’s frequent invocation of works and authors, sometimes as a means of extending himself: “what I could not do, what I could never do, others were doing for me, leaping out of the folios in full armor.” Ludovico Ariosto’s “Orlando furioso” serves as something of a guiding light for both the Duke and Mujica, as Bomarzo often echoes the “new aesthetic world” of Ariosto’s poem, its feverish amalgam of reality and fantasy.[iv] The widely known – Dante, Petrarch, Lucretius, Catullus, Francisco Colonna’s hallucinatory mélange of architecture and eroticism in the Hypnerotomachia Poliphili - and lesser known, such as Girolamo Fracastoro’s three volume epic poem on syphilis – appear throughout Bomarzo. Occasionally a more modern work helps Pier Francesco illuminate his hidden recesses, especially French romantic poet Gerard de Nerval’s poem “El Desdichado,” from which the Duke takes a line to tag himself repeatedly: “Je suis le Ténébreux – le Veuf – l’inconsolė, le prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie” (“I am the shadowy one – the widower – the unconsoled, the Prince of Aquitaine in the ruined tower”).

It’s difficult to convey how seamlessly and meticulously Mujica works figures of the Renaissance into his novel, a feat that would seem impossible given the number of historically significant persons with whom Vicino Orsini manages to cross paths. Some the Duke encounters himself – Benvenuto Cellini, Paracelsus, Catherine de Medici, Clement V, Lorenzo Lotto, Pietro Aretino, Michelangelo – while the wide network of relations among the great families pull others into the tale. Only rarely does this involvement seem to stretch credulity, as when Pier Francesco, a participant in the battle of Lepanto, is saved from a brawl by a young Spanish soldier who, upon learning of the Duke’s passion for literature, gives him a volume of Garcilaso de la Vega. The name of the young soldier? Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra. But the careful insertion of the fictional into the factual, and vice versa, is one of the novel’s strengths, as though Mujica had managed to find a chink in the historical record and worked into it an entire, plausible yet fictional history, one that, in the “honest account” of the complicated figure of Pier Francesco Orsini, amplifies and deepens one’s understanding of the Renaissance at the same time that it rejects the goal of merely reproducing the period.

For as an example of historical fiction, Bomarzo may be as twisted as its fictionalized narrator. The novel’s events draw deeply on empirical, historical facts but employ the tools of fiction to fill in the space around those contours, a kind of negative space exercise with history.[v] It’s as though Mujica has taken what is known about the Italian Renaissance and patinated it with some glistening, viscous black liquid, creating a work as “discordant” in relation to the high points of the Renaissance as the park of the monsters is to the age’s “uniform amenities.” Despite the novel’s participation in some of the period’s greatest events, many rendered sumptuously, indelibly – the coronation of Charles V, the battle of Lepanto, the age’s scientific and philosophical revolutions, the artistic ascensions of Cellini and Michelangelo – Bomarzo offers an unsettling gaze into the darkness of this glorious age. Pier Francesco’s sharp intelligence and appreciation of art and beauty, his quest for love and recognition, merges constantly with elements of the bizarre, grotesque and sordid, of vice, crime and violence, his garden becoming a distillation into rock, subtly coded to memorialize this life, a landscape to be read as one wandered among its aberrant features.  

Manuel Mujica Láinez visited the bosco sacro at Bomarzo twice. The projects and manias of members of the “club” indicate that few return from Bomarzo unaffected, but Mujica’s novel may represent an extraordinarily obsessive personal response. Refusing or unable to detach himself from Bomarzo’s “tenacious obscurity,” Mujica seems rather to have inhaled its Etruscan vapors and identified completely with his creation, Pier Francesco Orsini. If Bomarzo initially appears to be a throwback, with its device of apparently endless life and its curious investment, for a South American writer, in a tale set across the sea five centuries in the past (Mujica has been characterized as belonging, with Borges, to an “escapist” school of Argentine fiction), the novel ultimately and subtly suggests something more profound going on, an exploration of the mysteries of artistic production that at the end culminates in a creation as enigmatic, engrossing, unsettling and defiant as Pier Francesco’s own, a singular fusion of an artist with his work, and an affirmation of literature’s capacity to be simultaneously a fiction of which we are aware and a constructed reality that seduces and immerses. Bomarzo remains - even on a second reading – an unforgettable reading experience, a quiet detonation seeded with derangement, irrationality and uneasy wonder. It’s unsurprising that the Argentine dictatorship banned the opera, ostensibly for its overt sexual elements, but plausibly because this content subverts a sense of order. This is hardly a novel for dictators. “Monsters never die,” proclaims Pier Francesco’s dictatorial father. The authors of this grand narrative, Mujica Láinez and his shadowy, heterodox, many-faceted narrator, “blood brothers of the fabulous beasts who had reigned in the world when fragile man had hidden from the gigantic and implacable monsters, when only divinities had dared confront them,” might know better. 




Bomarzo, by Manuel Mujica Láinez (1962), translation by Gregory Rabassa (1969, Simon and Schuster). Reviewed in conjunction with Spanish Literature Month hosted by Richard and StuThe Cry from Bomarzo, by Paula Hocks (2001, Running Women Press), the book project for which I took photographs and on which the artist worked for more than 10 years, is currently held by the University of Iowa Library Special Collections. Should any reader get a chance to see this one-of-a-kind book, I would be most grateful for a report, as I only saw it only once, in the early stages of its assembly.






[i] Originally: “Lasciate ogni pensiero voi ch’entrate” (“Abandon all reason, you who enter here”), a perplexing alteration of the warning above the entrance of Dante’s inferno, the word “hope” here replaced by “reason.”
[ii] Bomarzo is apparently better known in South America. Chilean writer Roberto Bolaño, in an oddly perfunctory preface to a South American edition (reproduced in a collection of Bolaño’s non-fiction, Between Parentheses), singles out Bomarzo from Mujica Láinez’s work as special, noting that while it had little to teach a “young writer,” his generation read it later, with few emerging “unscathed.” But Bolaño fishes to say much else about the book, referencing almost nothing within the novel itself. It’s difficult not to think of a figure from Bolaño’s own Nazi Literature in the Americas who makes “bold pronouncements” about Mujica Láinez but has never read him. The absence of any mention of the book’s setting also suggests that Bolaño never visited the bosco sacro.
[iii] Gregory Rabassa translated both books. According to Roberto Bolaño, Mujica Láinez jokingly suggested that the novels could be bound together in a single volume called Raymarzo or Boyuela.
[iv] The importance of Ariosto to the real Duke reveals itself in several of the garden’s sculptures. The giant tearing another figure in two, identified in Antonioni’s film as Hercules and described in several books about Bomarzo as an indecipherable mystery, is, to anyone who has read “Orlando furioso,” an obvious depiction of Orlando’s wanton killing of a woodcutter.
[v] Though only two references to South America appear in the book, one an appearance by the founder of Buenos Aires and the other featuring Mujica himself, the book might well serve as an example of the “Argentine Literature of Doom.”

20 comments:

  1. Superb post Scott.


    Your personal story involving the search for the garden well as the book connects you the narrative in what seems like a personally intriguing way.


    If I am ever in the area I will be sure to visit Bomarzo.

    The book also sounds like I would really like it.

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    1. Thanks, Brian. Yes, I think you would like this novel; I hope one day someone will get around to re-publishing the translation. And I hope one day you'll get the chance to visit Bomarzo.

      I hesitated a bit to include the personal story, but it's just an intractable element of my relationship with this book. On top of that, it keeps playing out in myriad and surprising ways.

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  2. What an utterly fascinating post! The Parco dei Mostri sounds amazing, and I can imagine how eerie it must feel to sit inside the 'orc' sculpture. I'll be sure to pay it a visit if I'm ever in the area. Italy is my favourite holiday destination, so you never know...

    I'm glad you managed to find a copy of the novel; it sounds very special.

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    1. Thanks Jacqui. Yes, do try to visit whenever you're back in your favorite holiday destination. From what I hear, the park has been rather spiffed up in the past couple of decades and is now fairly well-known, but I can't imagine that it's not still a profoundly atmospheric and affecting place.

      Second-hand copies of the novel are still floating about.

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  3. I'd never heard of this place but went looking for photos--you described it well. I'm not one for historical novels, but for this I'll make an exception.
    Weird though--the lead in story--as if you'd joined some sort of secret society.

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    1. Ha! I actually did get inducted into a secret society. Writing to the artist who helped me get there, I told her as much - that Bomarzo seemed to forge a strange bond between people who knew it. As you can see, though, from its current representation on the Internet, it's not nearly so obscure anymore, but still a remarkable place that gets under one's skin.

      A lot of historical novels suffer from a tendency simply to costume their characters in period detail. It's abundantly clear that in Bomarzo Mujica's real interest is the psychology that could have produced this monstrous and weird place, so the period detail is secondary, a means towards understanding that. Nonetheless, that detail is no less rich than in the very best historical novels I've read.

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    2. I'm currently reading Ivanhoe and it has those period details. Hoping it picks up....

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  4. Thanks so much for sharing this great post as part of the Spanish Lit Month festivities, Scott! As somebody who only knew of the work by reputation--prob. from Bolaño at that--how nice it was to get some insight into how the narrator could "adjust the magnification knob on his gaze into the past" of such a wild-sounding historical fiction. I particularly look forward to one day sampling the novel's gallery of Renaissance characters and artwork--sounds totally exciting and fascinating!

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    1. Thanks, Richard. I've been wanting to write something about Bomarzo for a long time, so Spanish Literature Month gave me the perfect opportunity. I think you'd like this one.

      I found that Bolaño piece to be perhaps the most disappointing thing I've read by him, unusually vague for Bolaño, as though he really can't quite figure out what to say about the book.But I did like that he recommended reading it aloud to the family at the dinner table.

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  5. After reading this post, Scott, I've decided I want to join the Bomarzo club; and I swear on my soul that I'll do everything within my power to become a member; I'll cheat, I'll lie, I'll kill, I'll adulate, I'll scheme, I'll open myself to corruption, I'll oppress others, I'll spit on a crucifix and cut off a finger, I'll even order the novel from amazon.es.

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    1. Now hold your horses, Miguel. There have to be some limits. Ordering from Amazon.es may be going just a bit too far.

      Let me know if you read the book.

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  6. A rich post. Love the sense of place you evoke at the start, Scott. I too am ensnared by the pull of this seemingly anti-dictator novel. I kept trying to locate my copy of Rabassa's If This Be Treason where he described every translation project he undertook, including this gem. It's just the kind of book enterprising indie publishers should consider reprinting. Even a phrase from Bolaño's perfunctory review might be utilized as a blurb.

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  7. Thanks, Rise. I really do hope some publisher manages to put out a new edition of the translation. Old copies can be had (and a lot more easily via internet than when I had to rely on mere luck in bookshops), but they're increasingly expensive. That book by Rabassa is great, isn't it?

    I don't think Bomarzo really falls into the anti-dictator genre (it was written prior to the dictatorship). My point was rather that it's subversive and disruptive of order, and that Mujica's "escapism" may have more engaged in Argentine realities than it seemed. The opera apparently caused a scandal even in Washington and New York when it opened - understandable in the puritanical U.S.

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  8. This sounds really good. And it's not TOO expensive... I was aware of Orsini and the garden but not the book.

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    1. Séamus - I think it is really good, more than really good. But of course I hope I haven't oversold it. Interesting that you knew the garden but not the book. You can imagine my surprise when I found there was a novel about the place (actually, one thing I did not mention above is that another novel exists about Bomarzo, a mystery, by a writer named Linda Lappin. entitled Signatures in Stone. I have not read it).

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  9. Your post is fascinating and adds to the allure of the Sacred Grove. Thanks for mentioning my novel Signatures in Stone: A Bomarzo Mystery. The book , set in 1927, won the Daphne DuMaurier Prize in the USA last year. It combines a murder mystery with an interrogation into the hidden meanings of the Sacred Grove. I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you about some interesting Bomarzo connections I came across in researching my book. Firstly, there are quite a few recent publications ( in Italian only) concerning the Sacred Grove from small press publishers connected to the University of Tuscia in Viterbo, near Bomarzo and other cultural institutions of the area. For example: Il Sacro Bosco di Bomarzo nella Cultura Europea by Enrico Guidoni, and published by Davide Ghaleb Editore (www.ghaleb.com) which was to be the first of a series by this publisher of Notebooks dedicated to Bomarzo. Guidoni gives an illuminating analysis of the sculptures and inscriptions of the Park and puts forth a very intriguing hypothesis (to which I refer in my novel) that the original design of the Sacred Grove was the brainchild of a great artist of the period (who did not execute the work himself)as a sort of spiritual testimony. Another recent book is Antonio Rocca’s Bomarzo Ermetica Il Sogno di Vicino Orsini, which examines the Park, the Orsini Palace, the many inscriptions as an esoteric itinerary or percorso of initiation (Although I hadn’t read this one when I wrote my novel, I was influenced by this idea developed by other art historians as well), drawing on Giulio Camillo’s theatre of memory. This can be obtained from the publisher www.settecittà.eu Also of interest, in English is the study of gardens in general in a chapter of Joscelyn Godwin’s The Pagan Dream of the Renaissance, studying the footnotes will lead to some very interesting sources. Last, but not least, is an article by Elemir Zolla, an Italian critic which appeared in 1983 in the periodical FMR by Franco Maria Ricci, entitled Il Sanutario Neoplatonico, which can be found on the web. You mention Salvador Dali and his attempt to buy the place (not impossible since privately owned) but he also made a film viewable on Youtube.

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    1. Dear Linda, thank you so much for commenting. I'm delighted to see another member of the "club" swing by, and especially grateful to you for providing so many new (to me) references for works about Bomarzo. The FMR issue is the only one with which I am familiar. My Italian is at best minimal, but I'll look these up. I began this year to pick my way through Maurizio Calvesi's monumental Gli incantesimi di Bomarzo - slow going for someone who doesn't read Italian, but very much worth the effort. Also, Robert Harbison's Eccentric Spaces devotes a few good pages to Bomarzo; however, the real value there is a bibliography listing a few other sources unmentioned by you or me.

      By the way, I did obtain and read your novel this year (after writing this post) and enjoyed the mystery built upon such a mystery and done with such evident careful attention to researching the garden's history and theories of its origins.

      There's a link to the Dali film above; a real surprise for me was the early Antonioni film - also linked above.

      As you come across other works on Bomarzo, I would be most grateful if you'd let me know (either here or via email). As you well know, it's quite a unique and involving place. I hope to return there within the next two years.

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  10. Seraillon -- thanks for your reply and mention of the bibliography. On my website I just posted a blog with short reviews of some of the bomarzo resources I mentioned, Also of interest is an essay by Peter Lamborn Wilson inviting visitors to read the garden as a book of pictograms in which to wander as creator of your own narrative. New fiction set in Bomarzo is on the horizon. Two different writers have contacted me about novels they are about to bring out set in the Sacred Grove. I will let you know when I have more details. Thanks again for your interest in Signatures in Stone. www.lindalappin.net

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    1. Linda - thanks so much: for the comment, the link, and for offering to let me know about forthcoming Bomarzo-related works - quite a wealth of new work, it seems, for a place that seemed to utterly remote and hidden away just 25 years ago.

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    2. ...so utterly…[typing too carelessly]...

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