Vittori

I have always been surprised by those who say they love Casanova's Story of My Life. It is a predilection of Adolfo Bioy Casares, for example, and of the odd prologue writer, who cannot do anything other than affirm that the tome in hand is a masterpiece of the 18th century. In the case of Bioy, I don't know what he was trying to prove by saying that, but it is certainly proof that he had never read it (I mean read it from cover to cover, not peck at it, as the pigeons do in the square). Historia de…