My dog ​​the Idiot

He once had great ambitions, but now, at fifty-five, Henri Molisse feels worn out. His books don't sell, his scripts are rejected, he doesn't make any money. His wife locks herself in the bathroom for hours and doesn't want to talk to him, while his four ungrateful offspring not only despise him, but are also preparing to leave the family home. Swinging between cynicism and self-pity, Henri Molisse wants to give up everything and go to Rome, to Piazza Navona, to eat watermelons, in the company of a brunette. And then, unexpectedly, a huge, eccentric dog settles in the house and won't let go.

Masquerading as a profane comedy, this novella is a study in the male psyche—its divided need for affirmation and love, along with its fear of failure and loneliness.

"When you read Fante, you forget to breathe"

The Guardian

"You either don't know Fante or you can't forget him"

The New York Times

"A book drunk with life"

Jean-Paul Dubois