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Original Title:	Kaputt
ISBN:	1590171470 (ISBN13: 9781590171479)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	Hans Frank, Curzio Malaparte, Prince Eugene, Axel Munthe, Private Grigorescu, Colonel Merikallio, Brigitte Frank, Baron Wolsegger, General von Schobert, Kurt Franz, Josef Bühler
Setting:	Finland Romania Russia
Literary Awards:	Βραβείο Λογοτεχνικής Μετάφρασης ΕΚΕΜΕΛ for Ιταλόφωνη Λογοτεχνία (2008)

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Curzio Malaparte was a disaffected supporter of Mussolini with a taste for danger and high living. Sent by an Italian paper during World War II to cover the battle on the Eastern Front, Malaparte secretly wrote this terrifying report from the abyss, which became an international bestseller when it was published after the war. Telling of the siege of Leningrad, of glittering dinner parties with Nazi leaders, and of trains disgorging bodies in war-devastated Romania, Malaparte paints a picture of humanity at its most depraved. Kaputt is an insider's dispatch from the world of the enemy that is as hypnotically fascinating as it is disturbing.

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Title	:	Kaputt
Author	:	Curzio Malaparte
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	First Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 448 pages
Published	:	June 30th 2005 by NYRB Classics (first published 1944)
Categories	:	Fiction. Cultural. Italy. War. European Literature. Italian Literature

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His descriptions are pretty fantastic. I was surprised at how beautifully written some of it was. Obviously the best parts, and what I think are the most factual of the entire narrative, are when he's at intimate events with upper echelon Nazi leaders. So evil!! but very indicative of the thought processes and beliefs that were rampant at the time. He sometimes seems to sort of paint himself as a better person than he really was...I think...some of the things he says I'm not sure he could've

I love not knowing what to expect from a book, not knowing the core setting or plot, or if there is one, not knowing anyone whos read it, and having had no one either recommend it or wag a warning finger against it. Its marvelous to enter a book unbiased. I knew Kaputt was about WWII, and took a cue from the repugnant cover image, the red-fleshy gleam of fake teeth and gums. At least their tidiness makes one assume theyre fake. I say the image is repugnant but I love the cover. Beaming among

I really didn't care much for Kaputt. This is a disappointment since I read it in the wake of--and because of--the positive reading of his 2d novel, The Skin, which I judged to be one of the best novels I read in 2015. (To be honest, I was aware of the critical misgivings that've been expressed about Kaputt.)As for what I disliked, I thought it lifeless. Especially compared to the snapcracklepop satire of The Skin. To be fair--and honest again--a sense of death hangs over the novel, so one

Oh Jesus. I just don't know. This book was like a Nazi/ghetto/communist acid trip. You can't tell which parts are true and because you can't tell, every sentence just fills you with horror and confusion. Mostly confusion. I came away from it thinking, "Wow, I kind of want to kick Malaparte right in his fucking head."

For the ice horses, the rats of Jassy, the dinner parties in Poland, the glass eye, the salmon, and the flies. But especially for the unforgettable Soroca Girls. This savage slab of literature shouldn't be so timely, but reading it feels like encountering today's attitudes while reading tomorrow's headlines. Chilling and essential.

Poetic, hallucinatory, ironic, funny.

It's hard to tell which parts of Kaputt are actually Malaparte's experience, which parts are fictional, and which parts are somewhere in between. But you don't care, because it's fucking transcendent.At the height of World War II, while his compatriots were variously enthusiastically goose-stepping, fighting guerrilla wars in the mountains, and hiding from Allied bombing campaigns and roaming bands of Nazis, Malaparte was traveling around Europe enjoying the high life even as the continent was