One, No One and One Hundred Thousand 
This book had me so captured that I even brought it up while on a date. I just started rambling on about Pirandellos masks and the infinite number of them, pointing out that the image you have of yourself is never the same to someone else. If you were to try and see what others saw, it would only drive you mad. And what would it mean to know yourself if you'd be the only one who could share this knowledge? No one else could grasp the concept, even if they tried. And what sense would it all make
My son asked me what I was reading and for a second I did not know how to answer. I only said:- One, no one, and one hundred thousand.- What do you mean?- Well you're one, right?- Yes.- And for me you are my son, to Anna you're her biggest brother, to grandmother you are her grandson, for the teacher you are "Peter, that boy who disturbs the class", to Victor you are his friend, for each person you're someone-else.- (smiling) Yes.- But for you? Who are you to you? None of those, right? Each sees

Disappointing. I went into this book with high expectations because of the reviews I read since I had realized the same thing the main character did in the begging of the book a couple years back. I though that this book might be able to put my thoughts into word but no. Quite boring, not much happened. Bad ending.
[DISCLAIMER: I hate reviewing classics, I suck at it, there is really nothing I can say about them that is objective or relevant, so you can skip this.]There is no denying that this book is brilliant. Pirandello is brilliant. No doubt here. Is it something that I would recommend to anyone, though? Not a chance. It's a rather complex story disguised as a simple book, mainly because there is nothing really going on and it's also very short - and thank God for that because I don't know if my brain
A book about being gripped with, indeed swept by, the idea of the gulf between the way you perceive yourself, the way(s) others see you, and (if that can be asserted anyhow), the way you truly, objectively are. Hence the one, one hundred thousand, and no one, respectively (if I got it right). After a long period during which the first-person protagonist is working out and getting his head around this notion, he reaches the conclusion that it is impossible, or rather, useless, to try to conform
A pugilist existentialism wrapped inside this short fiction novel rides the edge of philosophy and insanity. This novel seems ahead of its time whereas existentialism in fiction wouldnt become wide spread until at least a decade after the publication of this novel. The author explores the ideas of perception and reality through an attempt to remove an identity. Moscarda is a prominent man in his Italian Villa. His father worked and founded a bank that is the bedrock of the community. However, it
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| Title | : | One, No One and One Hundred Thousand |
| Author | : | Luigi Pirandello |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Special Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 176 pages |
| Published | : | September 1st 1992 by Marsilio Publishers (first published 1925) |
| Categories | : | Classics. Fiction. European Literature. Italian Literature |
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The great Pirandello's (1867-1936) 1926 novel, previously published here in 1933 in another translation, synthesizes the themes and personalities that illuminate such dramas as Six Characters in Search of an Author. Vitangelo Moscarda ``loses his reality'' when his wife cavalierly informs him that his nose tilts to the right; suddenly he realizes that ``for others I was not what till now, privately, I had imagined myself to be,'' and that, consequently, his identity is evanescent, based purely on the shifting perceptions of those around him. Thus he is simultaneously without a self--``no one''--and the theater for myriad selves--``one hundred thousand.'' In a crazed search for an identity independent of others' preconceptions, Moscarda careens from one disaster to the next and finds his freedom even as he is declared insane. It is Pirandello's genius that a discussion of the fundamental human inability to communicate, of our essential solitariness, and of the inescapable restriction of our free will elicits such thoroughly sustained and earthy laughter.Mention Books Concering One, No One and One Hundred Thousand
| Original Title: | Uno, nessuno e centomila |
| ISBN: | 0941419746 (ISBN13: 9780941419741) |
| Edition Language: | English |
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Ratings: 4.1 From 9706 Users | 509 ReviewsNotice Out Of Books One, No One and One Hundred Thousand
Luigi Pirandello (1867 - 1936) Nobel Prize winning Italian playwright, novelist, poet and short story writer, perhaps best known for such outstanding plays as Six Characters in Search of an Author.One, No One, and One Hundred Thousand is so well-constructed, each section flowing smoothly into the next, its as if the author penned all 160 pages in a single, uninterrupted creative burst. Remarkably, its just the opposite: Luigi Pirandello worked on this short novel on and off over the course ofThis book had me so captured that I even brought it up while on a date. I just started rambling on about Pirandellos masks and the infinite number of them, pointing out that the image you have of yourself is never the same to someone else. If you were to try and see what others saw, it would only drive you mad. And what would it mean to know yourself if you'd be the only one who could share this knowledge? No one else could grasp the concept, even if they tried. And what sense would it all make
My son asked me what I was reading and for a second I did not know how to answer. I only said:- One, no one, and one hundred thousand.- What do you mean?- Well you're one, right?- Yes.- And for me you are my son, to Anna you're her biggest brother, to grandmother you are her grandson, for the teacher you are "Peter, that boy who disturbs the class", to Victor you are his friend, for each person you're someone-else.- (smiling) Yes.- But for you? Who are you to you? None of those, right? Each sees

Disappointing. I went into this book with high expectations because of the reviews I read since I had realized the same thing the main character did in the begging of the book a couple years back. I though that this book might be able to put my thoughts into word but no. Quite boring, not much happened. Bad ending.
[DISCLAIMER: I hate reviewing classics, I suck at it, there is really nothing I can say about them that is objective or relevant, so you can skip this.]There is no denying that this book is brilliant. Pirandello is brilliant. No doubt here. Is it something that I would recommend to anyone, though? Not a chance. It's a rather complex story disguised as a simple book, mainly because there is nothing really going on and it's also very short - and thank God for that because I don't know if my brain
A book about being gripped with, indeed swept by, the idea of the gulf between the way you perceive yourself, the way(s) others see you, and (if that can be asserted anyhow), the way you truly, objectively are. Hence the one, one hundred thousand, and no one, respectively (if I got it right). After a long period during which the first-person protagonist is working out and getting his head around this notion, he reaches the conclusion that it is impossible, or rather, useless, to try to conform
A pugilist existentialism wrapped inside this short fiction novel rides the edge of philosophy and insanity. This novel seems ahead of its time whereas existentialism in fiction wouldnt become wide spread until at least a decade after the publication of this novel. The author explores the ideas of perception and reality through an attempt to remove an identity. Moscarda is a prominent man in his Italian Villa. His father worked and founded a bank that is the bedrock of the community. However, it


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