Pirandello: three Generations Between Agrigento, Rome, and Paris

I looked out the window onto Boulevard Saint-Germain and watched life pass by. I thought: this is the life we should be giving form to. Life as it is now. What nudes? What neoclassicism? Where are the bathers? I poured my coffee. This is where people come together. I thought of the Classics: they always portrayed the life they were living – and the...