("A Bell For Adano" +)

[fiefoe]

This is the second time I picked out a folksy treatment of post-Fascist Italy, and can't seem to bother to finish it. Sorry, John Hersey. At least I did peak ahead.

Period details:
__ This was not one of those impermanent-looking, World's Fair-architecture Facist headquarters which you see in so many Italian towns, buildings so up to the moment in design that, like airplanes, {MP3 players of their time?} they were obsolete before they were ever finished.
__ "INSTRUCTION TO CIVILIAN AFFAIRS OFFICERS.... see that the following establishments are placed under guard: ...oliver oil refineries, sulfhur refineries, tunny oil mills, soap manufacturing plants...
G.I. trots, Damon Pythias,

Local color:
__ The crier wishes to thank Carmelina for storage of his uniform during the difficult time of the invasion.
__ His hair was plastered down with something off the axle of his cart.
__ "The mountain is going to Mohammed," they shouted. And the crowd {trope number one of village life?} grew.

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The first time, it was "The Little World Of Don Camillo" by Giovanni Guareschi. (The don and his dearest foe remind me of another book, "Postmaster" by  Joseph Crosby Lincoln.)

__ <The Lord knows best:>  "No, you didn't exactly steal it. Peppone had tow cigars in his pocket. Peppone is a Communist. He believes in sharing things. By skilfully relieving him of on e cigar, you only took your fair share."
__ In a city, fear can affect fifty percent of the people, but in a village the percentage is doubled.
__ a statue of the Risorgimento