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DIED. Ignazio Silone, 78, Italian novelist and a founding member of his country's Communist Party in 1921; in Geneva. Driven into Swiss exile by Mussolini's blackshirts for his political activities, Si-lone wrote two bitterly anti-Fascist and well-received novels, Fontamara (1930) and Bread and Wine (1936). Returning to Italy in 1944, he had a second fling with politics, then retired to his writing...
...days the two friends debated what to do. One of the men, Palmiro Togliatti, bowed to Moscow and with that act of trusty treachery began rising through the upper echelons to head the Italian Communist Party. The other, Ignazio Silone, refused and later left the party to write Fontamara and Bread and Wine, world-famed novels that incarnated both the plight of humble Italians and the soul of man under tyranny...
...Insult. A battery of Italy's leading intellectuals, among them Authors Carlo (Christ Stopped at Eboli) Levi, Alberto (The Woman of Rome) Moravia, Ignazio (Fontamara) Silone, declared openly for Dolci. "The world of culture is on Danilo's side," said Silone. But the world of authority was not: the public prosecutor demanded eight months' imprisonment for Danilo Dolci...
...them. In his 20s he was a Communist, hopping back & forth between Stalin's Moscow and the underground in Mussolini's Italy. By his 303 he had seen enough of both totalitarianisms; he settled down in free Switzerland, wrote his famed novels of the Italian peasantry, Fontamara and Bread and Wine. After World War II, he went home to Italy, won a following in Italian politics as an anti-Communist Socialist. A Handful of Blackberries is his first novel to appear in the U.S. in more than a decade. Novelist Silone, 53, is still against persecutors...
...French weekly magazine Arts, Italian Socialist Ignazio Silone, ex-Communist novelist (Fontamara, Bread and Wine), protested the manner in which the word freedom is bandied about: "Whenever a number of intellectuals get together to debate the grave problems of our world, at least one of them, in an effort to ennoble the discussion, will begin talking of the Good, the True . . . After having heard the term 'freedom of thought' mentioned for the 54th time, a stale smell gradually invades the room, an odor which reminds me of fried fish. Discussions about Freedom are bound to remain sterile, unless...