This was my first meeting with Aldo Busi. It was March 24, 1995.
In an attempt to sketch a profile of the person, not just the writer, much less the character, I met him at his home in Montichiari. Busi was politely reluctant but ultimately very generous in discussing literature, politics, love, and his understanding of relationships between people.
The interview was published in the pages of a national newspaper. The audio is not professional, as the recording was intended only for transcription, and so it has remained unpublished until now.
The story behind that interview is also curious, at least to me. At the time, I was a young journalist working as a freelancer for various local newspapers to make ends meet and earn my journalist card, which I still have. One evening, during an editorial meeting, the editor-in-chief of one of these newspapers asked who wanted to interview Aldo Busi. Everyone present—and I mean everyone—had idiotic smiles and even more incomprehensible jokes. I was the only one to raise my hand and say, "I'll go." I couldn't believe I had the opportunity to interview and get to know a writer I admired.
So I went over and interviewed him. With that interview in hand, I contacted several national newspapers. L'Indipendente jumped at the chance, and we published a full page. Busi gave me a preview of his new book, "Madre Asdrubala," causing confusion at Mondadori, who didn't know about it.
So I began working for a national newspaper, which then opened other doors for me. Thanks to Aldo Busi and collective stupidity.
Interview by Andrea Perego.
This was my first meeting with Aldo Busi. It was March 24, 1995.
In an attempt to sketch a profile of the person, not just the writer, much less the character, I met him at his home in Montichiari. Busi was politely reluctant but ultimately very generous in discussing literature, politics, love, and his understanding of relationships between people.
The interview was published in the pages of a national newspaper. The audio is not professional, as the recording was intended only for transcription, and so it has remained unpublished until now.
The story behind that interview is also curious, at least to me. At the time, I was a young journalist working as a freelancer for various local newspapers to make ends meet and earn my journalist card, which I still have. One evening, during an editorial meeting, the editor-in-chief of one of these newspapers asked who wanted to interview Aldo Busi. Everyone present—and I mean everyone—had idiotic smiles and even more incomprehensible jokes. I was the only one to raise my hand and say, "I'll go." I couldn't believe I had the opportunity to interview and get to know a writer I admired.
So I went over and interviewed him. With that interview in hand, I contacted several national newspapers. L'Indipendente jumped at the chance, and we published a full page. Busi gave me a preview of his new book, "Madre Asdrubala," causing confusion at Mondadori, who didn't know about it.
So I began working for a national newspaper, which then opened other doors for me. Thanks to Aldo Busi and collective stupidity.
Interview by Andrea Perego.