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In addition to being a compelling family story, the book also vividly shows how extended families, like the one established by Giacomo and Maria, seem to defy the widely held beliefs concerning the alleged disintegrative effects of industrialism and consequent prosperity on family organisation.
During the nineteenth century child musicians could be seen performing in the streets of cities across Europe and North America. Although they came from a number of countries, Italians were most associated with street music. In The Little Slaves of the Harp John Zucchi tells the story of the thousands of Italian children who were indentured to padrone and then uprooted from their villages in central and southern Italy and taken to Paris, London, and New York to perform as barrel-organists, harpists, violinists, fifers, pipers, and animal exhibitors.
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Women's creative labour in publishing has often been overlooked. This book draws on dynamic new work in feminist book history and publishing studies to offer the first comparative collection exploring women's diverse, deeply embedded work in modern publishing. Highlighting the value of networks, collaboration, and archives, the companion sets out new ways of reading women's contributions to the production and circulation of global print cultures. With an international, intergenerational set of contributors using diverse methodologies, essays explore women working in publishing transatlantically, on the continent, and beyond the Anglosphere. The book combines new work on high-profile women publishers and editors alongside analysis of women's work as translators, illustrators, booksellers, advertisers, patrons, and publisher's readers; complemented by new oral histories and interviews with leading women in publishing today. The first collection of its kind, the companion helps establish and shape a thriving new research field.
EMMA, vestita tutta di nero, lavora al tavolino su un panno anch'esso nero. ANNA pur essa vestita di nero guarda dalla finestra. Poi RITA. ANNA (urla) Rita! Rita! Ma vieni dunque. (Si sporge per veder meglio.) Presto! Presto! Oh, la maledetta bestia! Li ha già tutti in bocca. È finita. (Va velocemente verso la porta di fondo, ma prima di arrivarci s'arresta.) Già non arrivo in tempo. (Ritorna alla finestra.) Povere bestiole! La colpa è mia, tutta mia. RITA Lei mi chiamava? ANNA È da un'ora che grido e ti chiamo e tu arrivi qui con quell'aria melensa. In giardino a quest'ora c'è la pace. Sono stati divorati tutti. RITA Divorati? Chi? ANNA (quasi piangendo). Gli uccellini. I poveri pa...