An almost unbearably intimate novella, The Road to the City
concentrates on a young woman barely awake to life, who fumbles through
her days: she is fickle yet kind, greedy yet abashed, stupidly ambitious
yet loving too--she is a mass of confusion. She's in a bleak space, lit
with the hard clarity of a Pasolini film. Her family is no help: her
father is largely absent; her mother is miserable; her sister's
unhappily promiscuous; her brothers are in a separate masculine world.
Only her cousin Nini seems to see her. She falls into disgrace and then
"marries up," but without any joy, blind to what was beautiful right
before her own eyes. The Road to the City was Ginzburg's very first
work, originally published under a pseudonym. "I think it might be her
best book," her translator Gini Alhadeff remarked: "And apparently she
thought so, too, at the end of her life, when assembling a complete
anthology of her work for Mondadori.