“And it is true that life lacks the monotony of museums. There come days which seem worthy of being framed, but they are so full of conflicting sounds, of line and color and living, burning light that they never become tedious.”

“There are three things I always forget. Names... faces... and the third I can’t recall.”

This is one of those books I love so much that I’m always pressing my copy on friends and never getting it back. Thanks for reminding me it’s time to buy it yet again!

for some reason recently i bought that ‘hoax’ book of his instead of this when i had the chance.

I haven’t read Svevo in ages. Thanks for planting the idea.

There was a beautiful paperback edition/new translation published by New York Review of Books a couple of years ago.

the edition (‘zeno’s conscience’) was beautiful, but i found the translation by normally wonderful william weaver) stultifyingly literal, and much less humorous than the earlier trans. unless you mean some other ed....?