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In the Great Fire of Smyrna (1922), Kivelli lost everything: her family, her friends, her social position, and her future. Stranded in the Greek city of Piraeus, populated by gangsters, prostitutes, fortune tellers, and other refugees, she finds herself living in the broom closet of a brothel. Luckily, the sound of her singing voice captures the attention of a local taverna owner, who suggests she come with him and perform for his customers. Kivelli's time at the bar is short-lived, but gives way to a recording career and her slow climb up the economic and social ladder of this foreign city. Although life is certainly better for her -- no longer the object of an auction at a brothel, no longer a singer in a disreputable taverna -- Kivelli misses the magical world of her youth in the great port city of Smyrna. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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The room was packed again, all its air sucked out and replaced with smoke and tension. The devils she knew seemed restless and ready to lash out at the newcomers, who were acting like they owned the place: flashing money, knives, pistols, and pestering the girls in the corner who knew better than to accept or reject prematurely. They were well aware how swiftly a pauper could dethrone a king.
Kivelli felt indifferent. Manghes came, manghes went, and they all wanted to hear the same songs in between. Though she was grateful to Barba Yannis for being decent and helping her escape Kyria Effie's, she didn't feel particularly committed to the tavern or the men who frequented it. At best they were friendly enemies who helped pay her way. She sang for her supper, and who the coins came from was of little consequences. Since the appearance of the Smyrniot, she had bigger things to think about than who was pissing on whose turf.
Sometime after one a.m. the band took a break. Kivelli was desperate to escape the swelter and smoke and bombastic voices of men talking of nothing other than to be noticed. That no one had been beaten or shot yet was a miracle; if there was one thing a mangha needed it was room to move. The Catastrophe had taught her the mercilessness of crowds, how their small shifts and ripples could grow into a tidal wave that swept away everything in its path. Blood churned in her ears, and her temples felt ready to explode as she squeezed through the crush of bodies and anonymous hands passed over her buttocks, breasts and sex.
The story deals with Kivelli Fotiathi. Forced to leave her native Smyrna, she finds herself in the Greek city of Piraeus. Her struggle leads her trying to deal with prostitutes, gangsters, landlords and fellow refugees, until she is discovered and becomes a recording star.