ABSTRACT
kurt erich suckert, called Curzio Malaparte, was only ten years older than "we" were. "We" were young writers and journalists who, twenty-five or thirty years ago in Italy, were hoping to make our way and were unknown to the general public. Did we choose each other knowing we should later succeed, did we have some secret sign? Did we really believe that one day we would be able to write what we liked and what really interested us ? Everything made us suppose that we should live, like so many other obscure little groups, in the shadows, known only to a few like-minded acquaintances.
