Mario Calabresi translated from the Italian by Michael Moore

Pushing Past the Night

Coming to Terms With Italy's Terrorist Past

Publication Date: Oct 06, 2009

160 pp

Trade Paperback

List Price US $12.95
ISBN: 9781590513002


List Price US $12.95
ISBN: 9781590513781

December 15, 1969, was the most important day of Mario Calabresi’s life, although he would not be born for another year. On that date, the anarchist Giuseppe Pinelli fell to his death from a window at the Milan police headquarters, where he was being questioned about his role in the Piazza Fontana massacre, the most infamous episode of domestic terrorism in Italy.

Police Inspector Luigi Calabresi, Mario’s father, was in the building, though not in the room, at the time of the accident. This didn’t stop the rumors that Pinelli had been killed by Calabresi. These suspicions kicked off “a ferocious lynching, albeit in slow motion”—as the Italian paper La Repubblica characterized it—that culminated in the murder of Luigi Calabresi outside his home one morning in 1972. Calabresi left behind his pregnant wife and two young sons.

In this memoir, Mario Calabresi explores the personal and political fallout of Italy’s era of domestic terrorism in a poignant and very personal account. His grief at the murder of his father is balanced by a desire to overcome the divisions that still scar Italy today. This powerful book calls not only for accountability but also for redemption. As Mario Calabresi’s mother always told him, you have to look to the future, stake your bets on life, and refuse to be a prisoner of hatred.

Excerpt from Pushing Past the Night

There was nothing normal about the day he was killed. But no day had been normal for quite a while, so his murder wasn’t entirely unexpected. Ominous signs, panic attacks, anxiety, and even tears had become my parents’ constant companions. No one could say exactly when it started. Or maybe they could. Perhaps it was the evening that my father came home, shaken, and announced, “Gemma, Pinelli is dead.” Or the day that graffiti calling my father “Commissario Assassino”–Inspector Murder–started to appear on walls throughout the city. Or the morning that the ferocious press campaign began, filled with violence, sarcasm, threats, promises, and taunts. And then there were the political cartoons. Not long after I was born, the newspaper for the militant left, Lotta Continua, printed one in which my father is holding me in his arms, intent on teaching me how to use a toy guillotine to decapitate a doll representing an anarchist.
The details that I have collected over the years and filed away in my memory have transformed an ordinary day into a fateful one. Foretold. Almost expected.
You could say that my parents had been preparing for the tragedy to explode for some time. Unconsciously. Almost irrationally. When I try to imagine those moments today, those days of wavering between composure and despair, I find it hard to breathe. I struggle to understand how we were able to survive. First together, as a family. And then my mother, by herself.

“They killed Mario Calabresi’s policeman father when he was only two years old, and growing up he found in this tragedy the force to write. In trying to understand his own grief, he comprehends the grief of an entire country.” —Roberto Saviano, author of Gomorrah

“With a remarkably beautiful translation into English by Michael F. Moore, Calabresi weaves back and forth between the 1970s and the present day, illustrating the lack of justice for Italy’s criminals and the falsehoods in the national consciousness surrounding the death of his father. To debunk the claims made by leftists that his father was guilty of a crime, Calabresi carefully and scientifically has many experts recreate the events of the death of Giusseppe Pinelli, leading to the solid conclusion that Luigi Calabresi is innocent of all wrongdoing…What I appreciate so much about this work is Calabresi’s ability to create such rich emotion while retaining his own values and morals.” —Stephen Robert Morse, Mother Jones

“Fair and deeply moving.” —Le Monde

“Mario Calabresi has written, for all the victims, a worthy book.”—Télérama

“Sincere without being vindictive, Mario Calabresi . . . struggles against ignorance and conformity.” —Nouvel Observateur