Pata umanã or the need of some (completely incomprehensible to normal, mediocre people like me) to get out of themselves and deliberately put themselves in alert situations in order to be able to endure the monotonous, everyday life. Only in this way could Coleman, a man with above-average intellectual and sporting abilities, be other than what was presumed he was. And the last outburst, that of falling in love with a much younger woman, a destroyed woman, a woman made as if for hidden distractions from the view of others, this was the destructive and repulsive cherry that brought public rejection and eternal death.
I don't think I liked Coleman, although I like shrewd individuals. Nor do I think I understood him completely. But he is a credible character, built piece by piece and who reveals himself slowly until you believe there is nothing more to reveal. False, he shows himself exactly as much as he wanted to show! The book is a virile tour de force, a bold whirlwind that completely absorbs you, a dizzying turmoil of emotions and delicate subjects such as racism, social acceptance and hypocrisy as an art form.
OEDIP: What is the rite of purification? How is it fulfilled?
CREON: Through exile is the atonement, or through the washing of blood with blood...
- It is the result of having been created among us - said Faunia. - It is the result of spending a whole life with people like us. The human stain - she added, but without repulsion, contempt or condemnation. Not even with sadness. "Things are as they are" - in her dry and concise way, that was all she was saying to the girl who was feeding the snake: we leave a stain, we leave a trail, we leave our mark. Impurity, cruelty, mistreatment, error, excrement, semen. There is no other way of being here. It has nothing to do with disobedience. Nor with grace, or salvation, or redemption. It is in everyone. Inner breath. Inherent. Determinant. The stain that exists before a mark. Without any sign that it is there. The stain that is so intrinsic that it does not need a mark. The stain that "precedes" disobedience, that "encompasses" disobedience and confounds any and all explanation and understanding. That is why all purification is an anecdote. And a barbaric anecdote, at that. The fantasy of purity is terrifying. It is demented. What is the desire to purify if not "impurity"? Everything she was saying about the stain was that it is inescapable.
L'unico punteggio possibile. This simple phrase holds a certain mystery and significance. It implies that there is only one score that can be achieved, perhaps in a game, a test, or a competition. It makes us wonder what that score is and why it is the only possible one.
Maybe it is a perfect score, a goal that everyone strives for but few can attain. Or perhaps it is a score that represents a specific standard or benchmark, something that must be met in order to succeed. Whatever the case may be, the idea of the unico punteggio possibile creates a sense of challenge and excitement.
It makes us think about our own abilities and limitations, and whether we have what it takes to achieve that one and only score. It also encourages us to push ourselves harder, to strive for excellence, and to not settle for anything less than the best. In a world where there are often many options and possibilities, the unico punteggio possibile stands out as a unique and powerful concept.
In this novel, Nathan Zuckerman, Roth's alter ego, also speaks. He narrates the events of Professor Coleman Silk, a teacher of classical literature at Athena University in New England. A man who has carried a secret, "a stain," within and around him for over 50 years, upon which he founds and builds his existence. Then, one day, at the peak of his academic career, with the pronunciation of a banal word, "spook," addressed to two absent-minded students of color, his world collapses, and he finds himself alone, abandoned by those who had previously proclaimed themselves his friends. Just as it happens to the Swede in "American Pastoral," in the respectable life of a bourgeois Jew, a devastating event occurs that causes the destruction and collapse of his world.
Abandoned by everyone, Professor Silk begins a relationship with Faunia Farley, a janitor thirty years younger than him, ignorant and illiterate, also "stained" in her past by violence suffered from her stepfather and the death of her two children. Two people banished from the society of the virtuous, two "pariahs" who join their paths for a while. The book deals with multiple themes, on which one could write for hours: racism, the hypocrisy and false moralism of the bigoted American society founded on appearance and the purity of the image, the consequences of the Vietnam War (in this regard, there is a scene in the book of a "therapeutic" lunch at a Chinese restaurant that Les Farley, a Vietnam veteran, is forced to attend, unforgettable!). Above all, there is the theme that gives the title to the book: "We leave a stain, we leave a trace, we leave our imprint. Impurity, cruelty, abuse, error, excrement, semen: there is no other way to be here." And the stains can be those with which we deliberately soil ourselves, or they can be those with which "they" soil us, as happens to Professor Silk and Faunia Farley. The truth that Roth presents to us is that no one "is as white as a lily," we are all dirty as human beings and we must live with our stains.
It has been a difficult and arduous journey to read this book. It has been like dragging oneself along a rough and uneven path, every five minutes you are forced to stop to catch your breath, but then, when you reach the end of the path, you realize that it has been a unique experience. If it had been written by any other writer, I would have called it a brick, but Roth's sublime writing is like a light that illuminates the reader's path, a lighthouse that prevents getting lost in the night.