Giorgio Bassani, Behind the Door (first published 1964). The Novel of Ferrara, part 4. Translated from the Italian by Jamie McKendrick (Norton, 2018)
As in the previous sections of Bassani’s collection of stories and novels set in and around the northern Italian walled city of Ferrara, the narrator is clearly a character very like Bassani himself, and features centrally in this novel. As usual he narrates from the viewpoint of an adult looking back several decades, in this case to his childhood.
He informs us early on that he had been unhappy many times in his life, often touching ‘the depths of despair’. Few of these periods, however were ‘blacker’ for him than the first months October 1929 to June 1930. This kind of reflection is also found in the previous works in this sequence, featuring episodes later in his early adult life, when the fascist regime was becoming more violently anti-Semitic.
The years since those secondary school days he describes as not of ‘any use’, and his suffering was ‘a hidden wound, secretly bleeding’. He had just moved up from what we in the UK call primary school to the secondary (or senior high) school – aged about 14. He knows hardly any of the other youngsters in the class, some of whom are older than him (some would be resitting a year), he dislikes his new teachers, and he feels ‘out of place and deeply uneasy’ – another aspect of his experience that is familiar from the previous works in The Novel of Ferrara sequence.
A line from Dante’s ‘Canzoni’, expounded during an Italian lesson, resonates with him as he recalls this dark time: ‘The exile imposed on me I hold as an honor’ (this being an American edition, the spelling is American). As a member of Ferrara’s Jewish community, the narrator/Bassani returns to the central theme of state-authorised persecution that was exacerbated terribly with the introduction of Mussolini’s so-called Racial Laws of 1938. When he reflects on what became of Carlo, one of his cleverest classmates, with whom he lost contact when he left school, he adds:
‘Our generation has been buffeted about like few others. The war and all the rest of it obliterated a multitude of our intentions and vocations…’
That seemingly casual ‘all the rest of it’ encompasses the initial ostracization and internal exile imposed on the Jewish population, culminating in the extermination camps in Germany to which so many were transported in the early 1940s. This no doubt accounts for the sombre tone and dark mood that pervades this whole sequence of semi-autobiographical works.
He longs to be accepted and befriended by the cooler, less angsty kids, but harbours a deep resentment towards them as well, including Carlo: ‘I loathed him, I admired and envied him at the same time.’ Talk about mixed up.
Then Luciano, a new boy, joins the class, and shares a desk with him. He’s skinny, awkward and submissively ingratiating. The narrator immediate dislikes him, too, but finds himself, against his better judgement, taking him home to do homework together. An odd couple friendship slowly forms.
When the narrator learns an unpleasant aspect of Luciano’s character, he is unable to confront him. An ‘encounter with the truth’ is beyond him; he feels ‘nailed by birth to a destiny of exclusion and resentment’, and ‘it was useless to think I’d ever be able to throw open the door behind which I was yet again hiding. I just couldn’t do it – there was no remedy. Not now. Not ever.’
This probably all sounds very depressing, and this novel is initially less engaging than the first three sections of this sequence. The narrator resembles Joyce’s anguished character Stephen Dedalus, without the self-belief in his own literary merit and promise. But on looking back on it I can see that Behind the Doorprovides a fascinating insight into Bassani’s own experience of those dreadful years of oppression – a fascist initiative that was enthusiastically embraced by his non-Jewish fellow citizens.
It’s no wonder that he felt excluded and emotionally conflicted by his schooldays when he looked back on them from the perspective of a man who lived through the holocaust, in which most of his family and friends were murdered, while his fellow citizens – some of whom would have been his classmates – were complicit in the persecution and genocide. That door he hides behind protects him from truths that are too awful to contemplate.




