Italy is a wonderful place to bike. I was there a couple of
weeks ago, cycling the Parco del Mincio and Parco del Ticino. I took the train
to various cities (Trenitalia is an amazing system). One morning, at a packed
café called Cuppi (est. 1934), on Via Matteotti, in Bologna, I watched the guy
running the cappuccino-maker; he was like a virtuoso pianist, his hands flying
over the machine, working the various knobs and handles. He produced the best
cappuccino I’ve ever tasted. On another day, at a canteen overlooking the
Mincio River, I drank a glass of iced, freshly squeezed pomegranate juice that
was so damned good, I’ll never forget it. As I sat there savoring it,
contemplating the beautiful Mincio, I suddenly realized I’d become an
italophile. And so, when Jane Kramer’s "The Demolition Man," a profile of
Italy’s Prime Minister, Matteo Renzi, appeared in this week’s issue, I devoured
it. What a Tuscan feast of political detail! Renzi’s clothes (his work uniform
consists of “jeans and a rumpled white shirt, open at the neck”), how he came
to power (he struck a deal with Silvio Berlusconi; “In the matter of craftiness
he was miles ahead of the man whom no politician in Italy had ever managed to
outfox before”); his previous occupation (he was an “immensely popular” mayor
of Florence); how he selected his cabinet (“he opted for youth and women – the
obvious appealing things”); his conversation (“He has what could be called a
peripatetic mind and, like any good performer, he uses it to keep you on the
edge of your seat, not asking inconvenient questions, and also, perhaps, to
impress himself when he is about to confront an obstacle in his path”); his
enemies (Beppe Grillo, leader of the Five Star Movement, on the populist left,
and Matteo Salvini, leader of the new “national” Lega party, on the populist
right, “both competing for the same anit-Europe, anti-immigrant votes”); on and
on – Kramer includes it all in a superbly structured report that,
interestingly, begins and ends with Angela Merkel. Kramer’s level of access to Renzi
is impressive. She even visits him in his New York hotel suite (“ ‘They love
their past, their present, but they need a vision and an explanation of their
future – in the possibility of a future,’ Renzi told me that night, flopping
onto a couch in the living room of his hotel suite”). My take-away from this
immensely absorbing piece is that Italy is fortunate to have, in Matteo Renzi, a
young, spirited, dynamic leader who is determined to make real change. It will
be interesting to see how he fares. I hope he doesn’t get worn down the way
another young, spirited, dynamic leader, Barack Obama, has been worn down by relentless conservative stonewalling.
Postscript: Another attractive aspect of Kramer’s piece is Riccardo Vecchio's gorgeous illustration - a delicately hued portrait of Renzi with a jumble of Florentine rooftops, including the Duomo and Giotto's Campanile, in the background. Ravishing!
Postscript #2: All four Talk stories in this week’s issue
are beauties: Ian Frazier’s "Secuity"; Emma Allen’s "Landlord"; Dana
Goodyear’s "Life With Father"; and Alec Wilkinson’s "Hands." Of the four, my
favorite is Goodyear’s layered "Life With Father," about (1) the time in 1996
when Maya and China Forbes picked up their dad, Cameron, at McLean, the
psychiatric hospital outside Boston, and took him to lunch; (2) Maya Forbes’s
movie Infinitely Polar Bear (“The
title comes from a phrase Cam once used to describe his condition on a McLean
intake form”), which tells the story “of how Cam, recently recovered from a
breakdown, took over the care of Maya and China, aged ten and eight, while
Peggy [Maya and China’s mother], in order to support them, went to New York to
get an M.B.A. and eventually, a job at the brokerage firm E. F. Hutton”; (3)
China’s home life with her husband Wally (“Wally, who was wearing shorts and
black socks with Birkenstocks, did a crossword puzzle”) and her three children,
Clementine, Imogene, and Hackley. Goodyear has worked her text close to the compression
of poetry.
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