Matilde Serao<\/a> was a journalist and novelist. She was born in Greece, to an Italian father and Greek mother, moving to Italy when she was a child. She was the first woman to edit an Italian newspaper, when she and her husband established Il Corriere di Roma. Together, they later founded and edited another newspaper Il Mattino, and, in 1904, her own newspaper Il Giorno. Serao was the author of several novels, and was nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature six times. Parla una donna: diario femminile di guerra, maggio 1915-marzo 1916 was published in 1916 by the the Milanese publisher Treves. It is a collection of articles by Matilde Serao, a writer and journalist (1856-1927), which had been published at the beginning of the war in her newspaper Il Giorno.<\/p>\nThe diary, dating from 25 May 1915 to March 1916, turned out to be a rare document, extremely interesting not only because the reader learns about the war through a female voice, but also crucially because this woman, writing about war, is actually writing about women. As a reporter, Serao records a picture of the first months of war, observing how Italian women made their contribution. Serao immediately points out that the book did not ‘come out from the pen of an authoress: in it, a woman is talking’. A woman who is the mother of Antonio, Paolo and Vittorio: all three of her sons were called to arms, and to whom the book is dedicated.<\/p>\n
As such, the book is addressed to women, called ‘sisters’, who, like Serao, prayed to God that ‘the terrible bitter cup of war is taken away’ from their lips and that will all be saved from the horrors of the war. Matilde Serao wanted to make known the ‘beauty of obscure heroism’ and ‘episodes of feminine virtue’, among all social classes.<\/p>\n
She particularly admires the women that work, peasant women that replace men in the fields, provincial women knitting wool stockings for soldiers, Italian women abroad, mothers, wives, and fianc\u00e9es who have a smile on their face when they accompany the leaving soldiers and then live waiting to hear from them. All these women, whose lives were transformed by the war, decided to silently sacrifice themselves – unlike many others that Serao calls ‘female nits’ [‘nullit\u00e0 femminili’], who took advantage of the tragic moment to show off and give vent to their vanity.<\/p>\n
However, the writer wonders who will appreciate these manifestations of feminine virtue, of daily courage: ‘who will award a prize to this unknown value? God sees: but the world is blind’. Matilde Serao gives herself her contribution: she reads to the mothers the letters of their sons at war, she visits the wounded soldiers in the hospitals and make them tell their stories, even if the soldiers prefer to tell the others\u2019 deeds instead of theirs.<\/p>\n
The author is driven by the will of collecting stories. One such example is a time when, during one of her travels back from Rome to Naples, the train is full of officers with the greenish grey uniform of the Italian army. Serao speaks with some wounded soldiers and is struck, amongst them, by a pasty lieutenant that continually whispers ‘If only I was injured\u2026’, complaining to go back home ‘like a sissy’ and not injured like his fellows, even if he had got hit by a grenade.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"