Fond memories of a friendship with the publisher of Adelphi Roberto Calasso

I have known Roberto Calasso for at least thirty-five years, so forgive me if I have no cause to use the past tense. The palazzo of Adelphi in via San Giovanni sul Muro 14 in Milan opens onto a nineteenth-century courtyard, something that I would call normal in Verdi’s day but which is even more archaic as I climb the steps of Lombard stone embellished with a wrought-iron staircase. I rang the bell and step into a large bourgeois apartment of the other century, with rather shabby walls and fixtures, painted with weary paint, and shelves of books.
Geminello Alvi
21.05.2022 06:00