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E-book In Defense of Don Giovanni : A Feminist Mythobiography
Taking the advice of my inner Don, I decided to attend the sym-posium, “Don Giovanni and Casanova,” which is held every year in a different Italian city, this time in Venice. I go there with a young Polish woman, Emilia, a student of mine from many years ago. She is almost fifty now but is still as playful, and sometimes as acerbic, as she once was. The theater company in Warsaw, she advises, is considering putting on a piece inspired by Don Giovanni. We have wanted to see one another again for a long time, and we have seized the opportunity to go back to a place where we were together for a conference on oral history when she was doing her doctorate.The symposium takes place at the Cini Foundation on the island of San Giorgio. There are lessons, debates, and seminars in the morning, and in the afternoon and evening, films and plays. The language for the public sessions is English, but in pauses, you can hear languages from all over the world. The first talk we listen to, given by a Jesuit priest of African origin, is about the theological questions in which the myth is rooted. He is a good speaker who ties together his account of the origins of the Don Giovanni myth with a historical analysis of Jesuit heritage age. Emilia, who describes herself as a Catholic from the radical left, is at once curious and wary.I knew about the old oral traditions which flowed into the story of Don Giovanni, amongst which is the story of a young man who meets a dead man and invites him to dinner. Euro-pean folklore has hundreds of variations on this story, circulat-ing everywhere: from Ireland to Spain, from Germany to the Balkans, some of which date from the fifteenth century. I was also aware of the Breton song from that period, but not of the first written version, in Latin — the story of the young Count Leonzio, the protagonist of a play staged by the Jesuits in 1615, which served as an admonition for the masters and pupils of their college at Ingolstadt in Bavaria. Leonzio, who had taken on the materialism and atheism of his teacher Machiavelli, is walk-ing in a cemetery one day and runs into a skull. After he’s kicked it, he addresses it, calling it a “dusty skull,” and pursues it with theological questions. Is it true that our mortal body encloses an immortal spirit? If the soul survives after death, where does it live? Was he damned or saved? Leonzio asks him to answer the same evening and invites him to dinner.
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