On the morning of March 16, a terrible act of violence occurred in Rome, an event that catalyzed the most severe emotional, political, and social fracture in the history of the Italian republic: the kidnapping of Aldo Moro by the Red Brigades and the massacre of the five members of his police escort.
In a sophisticated mixture of historical, political, and bourgeois novels, documentary narration, and news reporting, the book thoroughly investigates the rosary of bereavements that marked the 1970s, the secret plans of destiny, the territory and the urban space, the secret murmur of the life of one of the most important men in Italian history who, when he returned home, would relieve himself of the adjective “political” and try to be only a man.
The method used is traumatic realism, the same one Andy Warhol used in his serial images: to stage and repeat the drama ad libitum, with the goal of infiltrating the body of reality to the point of attempting to reach the truth. Not the historical truth but the more elusive truth of individual
and collective perception. Thus, the narration alternates eyewitnesses, members of the Red Brigades, politicians, members of the police escort, even historical figures who lived centuries earlier. And the action, the shooting, the escape, the device that springs into action like a merry-go-round on a music box, is infinitely replicated, always identical but observed from a different perspective each time.