Monday, March 22, 2021

Viola Ardone's The Children's Train

Raising a child to a reasonably sane, functional adulthood has got to be the most difficult job in the world! The longer I live, the more I witness the disparities in prosperity that affect young families and their ability to feed, clothe, and educate their offspring, the more I have concluded that it is a remarkable leap of faith to procreate.

These thoughts were brought home to me this past weekend while I was reading  The Children’s Train,” by Viola Ardone, a fictional take on an historical event that happened in Italy at the end of World War II. In southern Italy, Naples in particular, poverty and hunger are rampant. Amerigo and his friends steal food from the street vendors and scrounge for rags to sell. School is a distant dream. But members of the Communist party, in a bid for solidarity, have partnered with families in the more prosperous north, to temporarily take in the kids of Napoli, feed them back to health, send them to school, and treat them as if they were their own children.

Our narrator, Amerigo Speranza, is wise beyond his seven years. Unlike his friends, he doesn’t fall for the gossip that says the children are being sent to Russia to work. He just wants to be warm and maybe have a new pair of shoes and since his Mamma Antonietta is always complaining about having him underfoot in their two-room apartment, he embraces the train trip to Bologna and the new life that waits for him there.

Children are so smart, so intuitive. If they had only been told the truth from the beginning, that they would eventually be returning to their homes, that their parents sent them away for their health and well-being, that they were loved, there might have been less chance that they would not want to return. Looking at the world through Amerigo’s eyes we understand that he’s never felt cared for, that he has no idea who his father is, that his mother is likely depressed and barely functional after the death of her first born.

 Amerigo is ripe for the big, warm open house and arms of his benefactor, Derna, and her extended family, which includes Rivo and Luzio, two boys his own age. Their dad, Alcide, is the first male role model Amerigo has ever had, a man who encourages Amerigo in his love of music. The more he thrives, the more the world opens to him, full of possibilities, and the shabby apartment and the mother he is a bit ashamed of seem extremely far away.

Though Amerigo is a funny smart aleck whom one easily comes to love, this novel has a melancholy tone that is difficult to shake off. The language is simplistic, no flowery, languorous sentences from Ardone or her translator. What’s most interesting about it is the way the fallout from this social experiment impacted the various children as they grew up, the ones who returned and the ones who did not. I’ve tried to find some evidence of studies that may have been done by psychologists because I believe they would be fascinating but so far, no luck.

A famous poster from the Vietnam era tells us that “War is not healthy for children and other living things.” This book lends itself to a radical discussion of displacement during wartime and the trauma that parents suffer when faced with the ultimate sacrifice, to give up their children so that they might live.

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