Carlo Levi () was born in Turin, Italy. He was a writer, journalist, artist, and doctor, whose first documentary novel, Christ Stopped at Eboli (). It was to Lucania, a desolate land in southern Italy, that Carlo Levi—a doctor, painter, philosopher, and man of letters—was confined as a political prisoner. ‘We’re not Christians, Christ stopped short of here, at Eboli.’ Exiled to a remote and barren corner of Italy for his opposition to Mussolini, Carlo.

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There was only a bit of malaria, nothing 12 co speak of. Almost all the houses appeared to teeter over the abyss, their walls cracked and an air of general fragility about them. Retrieved from ” https: His thin lips were turned down in an expression of habitual bitterness.

This last was a criminal and the rest fit com- panions. I had hardly seen my surroundings and I did not know what was happening in the world at large or how high feeling ran in Grassano in regard to the imminent war with Abyssinia. Some half-naked, ragged chil- dren were chasing it; among them a four-year-old girl wear- ing the habit, wimple, and veil of a nun, and a five-year-old boy in the cowl and cord of a monk.

Christ Stopped at Eboli: The Story of a Year by Carlo Levi

He, him- selfhad many enemies. Each side, of course, accused the other of the worst crimes. It is, therefore, a matter of life and death to have the rule in their own hands, to hoist themselves or their relatives and friends into top jobs. For those farmers, and I guess for most farmers, life has always been stripped bare, to the bone. Summary Christ stopped at Eboli, say the southern Italians, meaning that they are “not Christian,” uncivilized, forgotten, and deprived. Concetto Gibilisco, she hated the whole clan of relatives and cronies around him, and the officials in Matera who pro- tected him.

You must be a registered user to use the IMDb rating plugin. The window was closed in order to keep out the mosquitoes but I had hardly laid my head on the pillow when I heard them hissing on every side, a frighten- ing sound in this malarial country. How’s that for an alternative to prison? There is much to discuss and argue about in this book, not the least of which is his pronouncement of his Gramscian political solutions to the endemic poverty he discovers in Lucania, in the second to last chapter of the book.


Meanwhile, if I wanted to see the house, he would send his nephew to unlock it and show it to me. He was almost ninety, but his face gave an effect of timelessness ; it was shapeless and wrinkled like a dried-up apple; two magnetic bright blue eyes shone out from among the folds of flesh.

Christ Stopped at Eboli

There was a full moon in the sky. Yes, the son of a brigand.

The draw- ing room had been cut up into dark prison cells, with high grated windows and heavy chains on the doors. Strips of plaster and cobwebs hung down from the gilded and painted ebooli the black and white tiles of the floor, originally laid in a pattern, were loose, and stalks of gray grass had pushed up through the cracks.

He would go after a peasant for a debt of a few lire; he drove a hard bargain, knew how to choose land agents faithful to his interests, and wasted pity on no one.

In the midday silence a sudden noise revealed a sow rolling in a pile of garbage; then the echoes were awakened by the shattering outburst of a donkey’s braying, more reson- ant than the church bell in Its weird, phallic anguish. The expression on his face was one of spiteful mistrust and chronic ill-concealed anger. They would be sure to put a philter or love potion in it. Prior to a city eeboli election, the collapse of a building leaves a land developer and his political backers defending themselves against a scandal.

Those who are left in the villages are the discarded, who have no talents, the physically deformed, the inept and the lazy; greed and boredom combine to dispose them to evil. I was to turn Gibilisco into the street, to close the pharmacy or at least to take it away from his nieces.


The people are not even baptized. They stood motionless in the sunlight like a flock of animals at pasture and even smelled like them. I took leave of Don Trajella and made my way along the road running to the left of the church, by which I aat traveled the day before, toward a few outlying houses at the extremity of the village.

The truth is that the internecine war among the stooped is the same in every village of Lucania. Christ stopped at Eboli. Lists with This Book. Inthe book became the basis of a movie of the same name, directed by Francesco Rosi. The people were in dire shape, they lived in complete destitution and yet nothing was being done to provide for them. Learn more More Like This.

Donna Caterina hated the “vile women” who kept the pharmacy, she hated their uncle, Dr.

Christ Stopped at Eboli: The Story of a Year

He appeared to be a little under seventy, with the flabby cheeks and kind watery eyes of an old hunting dog. Now, of course, they were all Fascists. A classic of Italian literature, a picture of the isolation, poverty, ignorance and fatalism of Southern Italy under fascism in The southern half of Italy was not completely on board with Mussolini and his fascist government.

They at least live for better or for worse, like angels ebooi demons, in a world of their own, while we have to submit to the world of Christians, beyond the horizon, to carry its weight and to stand comparison with it. I could neither quiet him nor syopped him away. Carlo Levi Paolo Bonacelli Then they left him there, tied up, without killing him, and aat at full speed to Grassano.