Unless I'm mistaken, there aren't many books which explore the grandparent/grandchild dynamic, so hats off to this one. From the outset I knew the old man's mettle would be tested, Mario is a seriously precocious little boy. Conversely, Daniele's internal cogitating on identity, marriage, aging and art was almost as wearing as his grandson's demands to play. But, during the moments shared between man and child, the story really shines through.
