The Last Leopard: Life/Guiseppe

by David Gilmour

Book Overview

David Gilmour's biography of Giuseppe di Lampedusa unearths the life story of the creator of The Leopard, one of the great novels of the twentieth century. A book whose imagery, once tasted, haunts... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0679401830
• ISBN13: 9780679401834
• Release Date: July 1991
• Publisher: Pantheon Books
• Length: 253 Pages
• Weight: 1.25 lbs.
• Dimensions: 1.0" x 6.4" x 9.4"

Customer Reviews

Great Insight!

This book presents the reader a well rounded and very insightful look into Giuseppe Tomassi di Lampedusa. It was great!

Something of the Hero

This biography of Giuseppe di Lampedusa is a fine book in its own right, but its greater merit is the way it illuminates both the novel and the movie that remain as the legacy of di Lampedusa's career. Aside, perhaps, for his friends and neighbors, we wouldn't remember him at all were it not as the author of "The Leopard," not published until after his death, but in time to emerge as perhaps the best-known Italian novel of the 20th Century. Most people, whether or not they have ever heard of the novel, will recognize it (if at all) in the form of Burt Lancaster, swooping around the ballroom floor in Visconti's great movie. It's wonderful fun but it is doubly misleading. Lancaster persists in our mind as the picture of what we want an aristocrat to be: lean and strapping, dignified and austere. A careful reading of the novel will remind us that this was never quite what di Lampedusa had in mind: his own fictional account of his princely great-grandfather is far more nuanced and ironic. Yet even in the novel, something of the hero remains. Turn now to the first page of the photo insert after page 114: here we see the prince himself, Giulio Tomasi, Prince of Lampedusa. And what an unsettling revalation emerges. He is sturdy (fat?) and he projects an air of dignity. Or tries to: but on anything more than a glance, we see that he is shy, tentative, and perhaps half bewildered at his own position. And the muttonchop sideburns: perhaps they made sense in his time, but for the contemporary observer, they can't be anything more than absurd. Tactfully but inescapably, Gilmour in his text acknowledges the truth of the portrait. Prince Giulo "had some of the despotic qualities of his fictional counterpart," by Gilmour's account. "Yet on the whole," Gilmour continues "he appears a milder, weaker and more insignificant person..." The Prince was "not interested in politics," and his achievements in astronomy were "insubstantial." The novelist's portrait, then, is not a likeness. Better to describe it as the vision of an astonished child. It is nonetheless gripping for that; yet one cannot help but wonder how much of the reality the reader of the novel (much less the moviegoer) really understands. In a remarkable essay essay (which Gilmour substantially reprints here), di Lampedusa himself rails against what he calls the "infection" of Italian opera. And not just in itself: rather, di Lampedusa argues, opera has inflicted great damage on Italian public life. "Saturated and swollen-hearted by ... noisy foolishness," says di Lampedusa (quoted by Gilmour), "the Italians sincerely believed that they knew everything." No one would say that "The Leopard" is "noisy foolishness." But reading Gilmour, we have to conclude that di Lampedusa's portrait of his ancestral homeland romanticizes history in its own way. It is to Gilmour's great credit that he sets the record straight, not with sensationalism, but steadily and unblinkingly, as the