We all have our personal Fort Bastiani. It is the job we took “just for a year.” It is the relationship we are “not quite ready to leave.” It is the dream we put off until “next month.” We convince ourselves that the great battle—the promotion, the novel, the move, the love—is just beyond the next dune. Just one more shift. Just one more season.
But that terror is a gift. Because unlike Drogo, you are not fictional. You can still abandon the fortress. You can still walk into the desert today , without waiting for an enemy that may never come. il deserto dei tartari libro
Buzzati gives us one of the most cruel, beautiful ironies in literature. After decades of waiting, the Tartars finally appear. The great battle is coming. But Drogo is no longer young. He is sick. He is sent away from the fort just as his life’s purpose arrives. We all have our personal Fort Bastiani
You have probably never stood on a cold, gray rampart staring at a dust horizon. You have probably never worn the uniform of a frontier garrison. And yet, if you read Dino Buzzati’s 1940 masterpiece, Il deserto dei tartari (The Tartar Steppe), you will feel an uncomfortable, intimate chill. Because Buzzati isn’t really writing about a military fort. He is writing about your life. Just one more season
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