Italian author Alessandro Baricco’s novel *Black September*, recently translated into English, offers a nuanced portrayal of adolescence set against the backdrop of 1970s Tuscany. The book follows Gigio Bellandi, a twelve-year-old boy coming of age during the summer of 1972, as he reflects on the events that shaped his early life.
The narrative unfolds in the small town of Vinci, where Gigio’s story blends moments of joy and anguish. The boy’s reflections are framed by his relationship with his parents—his Irish mother, noted for her striking red hair, who moved to Italy as a child, and his father, a dedicated but frequently absent criminal lawyer. Gigio’s affection for his father grows partly because of this absence, a dynamic that underscores much of the novel’s emotional texture.
Throughout the story, Gigio guides the reader with a mixture of anticipation and teasing, hinting at turning points and dramatic incidents that define his youth. Although these narrative devices occasionally suggest forthcoming revelations, the book’s strength lies in its portrayal of everyday experiences rather than in conventional plot twists.
Vivid vignettes abound, skillfully rendered through Michael F. Moore’s translation. Childhood rituals such as mastering the "clacker" balls game and observing family members like Uncle Giotto—who follows chess matches by radio and tends to chickens with quiet, instinctive care—add depth to Gigio’s world. These scenes evoke both the simplicity and complexity of life in a provincial town, capturing the mingling of innocence and emerging awareness that characterizes early adolescence.
The summer of 1972 is also marked by notable absences. Gigio’s father is unable to join the family holiday, and Gigio himself becomes infatuated with Astel, a thirteen-year-old girl with whom he shares moments of companionship, music, and discovery. The pair watch the Munich Olympics on color television, representing a glimpse of a wider, more vibrant world. However, this window closes abruptly when the Games are disrupted by the terrorist attack on Israeli athletes—a tragic event mirrored in the novel’s title.
The novel does not rush toward dramatic payoffs; instead, it allows emotions to develop with gradual intensity. The interplay of happiness and sadness permeates Gigio’s story, presenting a realistic and resonant depiction of growing up. *Black September* thus emerges as a deeply human exploration of memory, identity, and the poignant balance between presence and absence in the making of a life.
