The author of Conformist, of Boredom, or Contempt, Alberto Moravia (1907-1990), enjoyed considerable public success but judged his novelistic work very harshly. He wanted to be a poet. At the end of his life he secretly composed short poems without compromise and deep melancholy. He collected them in a manuscript, but always postponed their publication, until his death. His translator and biographer, the writer René de Ceccatty, returns for The weather on these little-known pages, finally published in French in The Naked Man and other poems.
Le Temps: In these unpublished texts, Alberto Moravia believes he has missed his life. He would have preferred to become a poet. Why hasn’t he published any poems?