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...conversion of San Nicandro began almost 20 years ago with dark-eyed, sallow Donato Manduzio. Invalided by shrapnel in World War I, Donato had lain for years on a miserable straw mattress in an attic room. At first he wept bitterly that he could not join in the daily life of his native San Nicandro Garganico (pop. 20,000). But gradually, the sounds of women singing as they carried water in copper vessels on their heads, the cries of the black-hatted mule-drivers, the hammering of cobblers in the tiny, dark shops (Donate had been a cobbler himself) lost...
This week the Government tried to try Mussolini's blood-stained police chief, Pietro Caruso. Howling Romans surged into the courtroom, demanded Caruso for themselves. Police hid him in a back room. Balked, the mob turned on plump, well-fed Donato Caretta, deposed boss of the infamous Regina Coeli jail and a prosecution witness. Men & women spat at him, screeched at him, kicked him, slugged him. They threw him in the Tiber. Boatmen bashed in his head with heavy oars, towed his lifeless body to the jail. Then the people strung him head down and near-naked from...
This is the precocious first novel of a precocious bricklayer. Born 28 years ago in the slums of West Hoboken, N. J., handsome Pietro di Donato was 14 when his father was killed in a construction accident, leaving a widow and eight children. Pietro, a "bricklayer in diapers," took up his father's bricklaying trowel, has supported his family ever since. In his off-hours he read everything in sight, especially Russian novels...
Christ in Concrete, autobiographical but imaginative, is a passionate, humorous, pathetic story of peasant Italians in the U. S., at work, in tenements, in animal anguish and animal high spirits. Author di Donato's Italians speak a translated Italian, lyrical, bawdy, tender, crude...
With so much to recommend it, Christ in Concrete has one unfortunate fault-its occasional passages of impressionistic, Joycean rhetoric. But these passages are not structural. Without them, the book would be as solid as one of Author di Donato's brick walls...