THE LAST ROW is an immersion in pages of love and adventure, where two stories temporally far apart are made of emotions and feelings – of Bianca and Jacopo – fragile human beings who moved into two horizons: first of the Battle of Lepanto and second of a city of our time. The fortuitous discovery of old chains for prisoners will join the two horizons, by dissolving them in a single dimension. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SYV3ETG
A page of the novel…………………. The schedule of the Library Federiciana allows me four and half hours of consultation. Today is a strange spring day, with no wind and lots of threatening clouds, that have for a week now, dumped onto the old Tower of Carignano, more water than can be remembered by the inhabitants of the village, where a few dozen families have lived continuously for generations. Together with an old friend I continue to delve into the history of the castle and the few stones from it incorporated in the house of her uncle and aunt. We repeated for the umpteenth time a visit to the tower-house and we focused particularly on the base of its walls made up of large square blocks of sandstone. We are certain that they are all that remains of the ancient castle of Carignano, but we must understand to what period the brickwork above it belongs.
As in all previous visits, from the large terrace made out of the ancient tower, we let ourselves go to the splendor of its horizons, and we can almost hear the echoes of the events from a distant past. We always begin the observation of the hinterland from the west, with its succession of the Apennine reliefs filled with events related to the Duchy of Della Rovere, established in 1508 and ending in 1625 with its sale to an ecclesiastical governor of the Church. To the north the castles of Candelara Novilara are clearly visible, long disputed by the Malatesta from the Sforza of Pesaro and their allies, the Montefeltro of Urbino, the most famous of which is Federico II, who in the summer of 1458 wrote to Francesco Sforza of his immense pain over the death of his favourite son Buonconte, who perished at the Aragonese court of Naples due to an infectious epidemic.
What an incredible story that of Federico II, the man who knew how to be a successful leader and patron of the arts, lover of literature and a skilled diplomat, knowing how to gather around his ducal court men like Piero della Francesca and Francesco di Giorgio Martini. It was during his rule that the city of Gubbio became the second ducal residence, adding the vastness of his land to a territorial dimension which was never exceeded, not even by the Della Rovere who were overtaken in 1508. It is a pity that the diptych of the Dukes of Urbino is visible only at the Uffizi Gallery of Florence, had it been preserved in the museums of Palazzo Ducale of Urbino am sure that I would spend a few afternoons to admiring Federico and his wife Battista Sforza, who peer at each other on the front, and their triumph with chariots and horses, angels and thrones, victories and virtues on the back……………………
Dante Evangelisti was born in Italy and graduated in Psycho-Sociology of Communication. For many years he worked for international insurance company. Painter with passion for history, geography and photography, during his travels he observed countries and human beings, preserved memories in travel diaries, useful for narrate his stories. In order to keep up all those challenging reflections, the pages were transferred into novels and poems under the pseudonym Dastilige Nevante.