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There are 3 entries on this page: 1. Aragonese Naples   2. Lucrezia d'Alagno  3. Memoirs of Loise de Rosa

1. Aragonese Naples

"I wonder how they got in!" people would say. It had worked for the Greeks against the Trojans and it had even come off once before in this very city of Naples back in the 6th century when the Byzantine general, Belisarius, sneaked his men past the city walls through an aqueduct. Now it was going to work again; Alfonso of Aragon's (13961458) cohorts within the city opened the passage and let the invaders in. And just as under Belisarius, the subsequent sacking and pillaging was atrocious, but Naples was now rejoined to Sicily, unifying the kingdom for the first time in two hundred years. Afterwards, Alfonso went back outside so he could enter the city officially on February 26, 1443 in a golden chariot and sheltered by a canopy held by 30 disgruntled Neapolitan noblemen. That entry is memorialized in the Aragonese victory arch over the entrance to the Maschio Angioino, the Angevin Fortress (pictured below, right). It was a task the nobles did not like, for a king they did not like, at the beginning of a dynasty they would not like. Shortly thereafter, Alfonso left his Spanish holdings to his brother back home and dedicated himself full-time to his own Aragonese dynasty in Italy. (Technically, the kingdom of Naples was part of the Crown of Aragon, a little-remembered term. It was a loosely connected  and vast sea-faring confederation united by allegiance to the king of Aragon. It was short-lived (because the nation state of "Spain" was about to form by the fusion of the houses of Aragon and Castile). (See image, below. Note that the Crown of Aragon extended even into Greece.)   

statue of Alfonso : Sculptor Achille D'Orsi (1845-1929), the third of 8 erected in 1888 on the west facade of the royal palace to
represent the chronological succession of dynasties of the kingdom of Naples

Neapolitans always considered Alfonso (image, above) a foreigner, particularly because of his habit of surrounding himself with only his own countrymen and giving them the choice positions at court. Apparently, towards the end of his life he changed his mind about this and passed on to his son, Ferrante, a few bits of advice: avoid the Spanish, lower the taxes and keep on good terms with the princes in Italy, especially the Popes. Alfonso was regarded as a cultured person; he founded an excellent library, and artists, poets, philosophers and scholars were an integral part of his court. In the field with his troops, he lived the same life as his men and  exposed himself to danger in battle with no regard for his own personal safety. They say he also went among the common people incognito to find out how things were going. He liked to listen rather than talk and claimed to be a simple person, once saying he would have been a hermit if he had had his choice in life.

Because of his patronage of the arts he became known as Alfonso the Magnanimous. He also started the total rebuilding of the Angevin Fortress, fallen into ruin since its completion in the late 1200s; he paved the streets of the city, cleaned out the swamps and greatly enlarged the wool industry that had been introduced by the Angevins. In spite of his pretensions to simplicity, he was addicted to splendor. At a Neapolitan reception for Frederick III of Germany, the order of the day to all the artisans in the Kingdom was to give Frederick's men whatever they wanted and send Alfonso the bill. Then they all went hunting in the great crater known as the "Astroni" in the Phlegrean Fields and had a banquet at which wine flowed down the slopes and into the fountains for the guests. Parties, however, did not prevent Alfonso, by the time of his death in 1458, from also having developed the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies into the foremost naval power in the western Mediterranean.

Alfonso's illegitimate son, Ferrante, succeeded him (as Ferdinand I) and, in spite of extreme hostility on the part of the feudal lords in the kingdom (part of which included a long war called the "Barons' Revolt), succeeded in strengthening the monarchy at their expense. He also drove the Angevin fleet from Ischia, their last stronghold in the area. Ferrante countered baronial hostility most violently. To show the barons that feudalism was truly dead he made a lot of them dead, by doing things such as inviting them to weddings and then arresting, jailing and executing a number of them. They say that some were fed to a crocodile that prowled the dungeon. (A skeleton of one such reptile hung over the arch in the Castle until quite recently.) He even mummified some of his late enemies and kept them on display in the dungeon of the Castelnuovo (the alternate name for the Maschio Angioino, meaning, simply "New Castle", thus distinguishing it from the older Castel dell'Ovo, the Egg Castle).

A sigh of relief went up from the landholding class when Ferrante died in 1494 after 28 years on the throne. It had been a time of intrigue which included on-again/off-again relations with the Church and even a short-lived treaty with the feared Turks who were raiding up and down the Italian coasts. The point of the treaty had been to warn the rest of Italy to the north not to take the Kingdom of Naples for granted. (The Ottoman Turks had just overrun the Byzantine Empire and were threatening Rome, itself.)

The French reappeared with designs on the throne of Naples. Under Ferrante's successor, Neapolitan resistance to the French was utterly ineffective and the French, under Charles VIII,  took the city virtually unopposed; indeed, they were welcomed by most of the nobility, who sensed a chance to recoup their losses. Their toadying didn't work. The French pillaged the city, anyway, and dispossessed a number of the nobles. Charles, however, suddenly found himself cut off: The Papal State, Milano, and Venice—which had just let Charles pass through unhindered on the way to Naples—suddenly formed an alliance behind and against him. Charles had to fight his way back home, attempting along the way, and failing, to bribe the Pope into crowning him King of Naples. The jibe by historians is that the French brought two things back from their Italian campaign: the Renaissance and syphilis, one of which history has dubbed morbus gallicus in their honor.

France then tried something else: the proposal of an Alliance to Ferdinand of Spain against Spain's own Aragonese relatives in Naples, by virtue of which the Kingdom of Two Sicilies would cease to exist and be divided between Ferdinand and Charles. This would effectively give them both one less rival realm in the area, as well as squelch the heresy that it wasn't nice to carve up one's own cousins. Ferdinand went for it and even Machiavelli, himself, later said that Ferdinand had certainly needed no lessons from anyone in ruthless princemanship. The pact of Granada was signed on 11 November 1500; the Kingdom was to be divided, with the capital, Naples, going to France. The French reentered Naples in July 1501. It now seemed, however, that both France and Spain had had their fingers crossed at the signing of the original treaty, so they had a war over it and Spain won. In May 1504 Spanish troops evicted the French and entered Naples, ending the Aragonese dynasty. The Kingdom, intact, became a colony of Spain.

Naples was now no longer the capital of its own realm. In a few year's time, with Charles V of Spain crowned Holy Roman Emperor, heir to the Caesars and Charlemagne, it would be part of an empire as it had been more than a thousand years earlier. True, the East had fallen and what was left of Christian Empire was all in the West, but after 1492 'West' meant something monumentally different in human history. The Empire had shifted, spreading from Europe to the Americas and on to the Pacific. The age of Empires on which "the sun never sets" had arrived. 

[To: The Spanish Viceroyalty]


2. added April 24, 2017                


Lucrezia d'Alagno – almost a fairy tale, almost a queen

In his Storie e leggende napoletane [Neapolitan Stories and Legends, originally published in 1919], Benedetto Croce begins his tale of Lucrezia d'Alagno with this:

From reading the documents that remain from the Aragonese court, in around 1448 we see (and maybe even people at that time were just beginning to take note of it) that something new was happening in the  life of the conqueror of Naples, Alfonso of Aragon. Something radiant and fascinating, sweet and voluptuous, was taking over and changing the life and habits of the sovereign, as seen from his new preferences for certain solitary places out in the countryside and from the great attention he paid to members of a certain family. There was, from all accounts, the strong presence of a woman in his life. The king was happily spending his time out in a hitherto little-known hamlet on the slopes of Vesuvius that bore the name of the tower put there to defend it, "Torre Ottavo" or "Torre del Greco"; that's where ambassadors from the Italian republics and kingdoms and from abroad now had to go if they wanted to find him.   (my translation-jm)
Above:  Part of a tour of the Angevin Fortress says 
  that this is a portrait of Lucrezia. It is not. It may be
 Vittoria Colonna, by Sebastiano del Piombo (1485-1547)
but he called it simply, Portrait of a Woman. It will have
to do. If the king doesn't want you to paint
his girl friend,
then
you are not going to paint his girl friend.
  It's still nice, though.


Croce then continues with the tale of a strange love story between the 18-year-old Lucrezia d'Alagno and the 54-year-old monarch. Lucrezia is surely the least remembered of all the women who have either ruled in southern Italy or been close to the men who have. She was one of seven siblings and was born around 1430, which made her 18 in 1448, when Croce starts his tale. Her family's home was modest but pleasant, set amidst gardens in Torre del Greco on the slopes of Vesuvius near the sea. Her father, Cola d'Alagno, was a captain of the guard in nearby Torre Annunziata and came from noble lineage. They were comfortable but not wealthy, not even well-off, so it was said.

Alfonso the Magnanimous by Vicente Juan Nasip (1507-1579)

The first encounter between Lucrezia and her sovereign must have been by chance, perhaps on the streets of the capital city, Naples. They say she was a stunning beauty, pale, with long hair, intelligent and strong-willed but diplomatic. She just knew what she wanted and what she wanted was the king. For the next 10 years (until his death in 1458) she had, by all accounts, this very powerful ruler
totally wrapped around her little finger. And by no accounts did he ever complain about it. Alfonso had lived apart from his wife, Maria of Castile, for the better part of thirty years. She stayed in Spain, and his brother acted as regent over Alfonso's domains there. At one point in Naples, three or four years before he met Lucrezia, he sired an illegitimate son, Ferrante (called Ferdinand I in history books) whom he made his heir to the throne of Naples (which, indeed, happened upon Alfonso's death). Alfonso had soldiered most of his life, had fought his battles, and now he was simply struck by lightning. He spent as much time as possible at Lucrezia's family home in Torre del Greco where he had a room in the residence as well as living in the tower on the cliff overlooking the sea. Or he would hold court out in the other direction in Pozzuoli or Baiae amidst the relics of ancient Rome. All the while he showered great wealth, gifts and concessions upon Lucrezia and all of the d'Alagno family.


There was nothing secret about any of this. He conducted affairs of state, but her presence was a constant. They were openly affectionate in the presence of others, not seeming to care who saw them embracing. She was accepted as his companion. Even the Holy Roman emperor Frederick III just had to see this remarkable woman for himself and showed up with his own queen at her residence in Naples. Lucrezia always behaved like the queen she wanted to be and was treated as such. She used her position to acquire wealth and property for herself and her family. (The king gave her the island of Ischia!) Members of her family were elevated in rank, some even acquiring fiefs. It was said that if you wanted something from the king, you had to go through Lucrezia. But she knew how to moderate herself. When the emperor came calling on that occasion, Lucrezia knew her place in the pecking order: Mrs. Emperor was first, the king's daughter-in-law, Ferrante's wife and future queen was second, and she, Lucrezia happily came in third. 

They wrote poetry about her--

in Latin:
Quantum Rex proceres, quantum Sol sydera vincit,
tantum Campanas superat Lucretia nymphas.

[As the King surpasses the nobles, as the Sun conquers the stars, so Lucrezia surpasses the maidens of Campania." ]
By Antonio Beccadelli [1394–1471], known as il Panormita ("The Palermitan"), poet and friend of Alfonso.


Most of the poetry was in some form of Spanish of the day, including one by the Castilian poet Caravajales, who had accompanied Alfonso to Naples. Caravajales spoke of Lucrezia's purity, a

...virgin, no temiendo / el furor de grandes flamas...
[a virgin, with no fear of / the fury of the great flames]

It may be that because of such worshipful verse she acquired an almost religious reputation of purity; the relationship with the king was passionate, yes, but—at least according to local lore—almost certainly platonic. The person or persons who wrote her epitaph (bottom of page) apparently believed that to be so.

Croce points out that it makes no difference what the real truth about Lucrezia was. She seemed to be about "beauty and empire" he says. Whether she was a schemer or not, out to enrich herself or not, was mostly irrelevant. The important thing was the impression she made among the populace as well as at court. She was surrounded by Spanish gentlemen, poets, scholars, and the aristocracy, all of whom were still willing subjects of their distant queen, Maria of Castile and who were willing to transfer some of that loyalty to a new queen. It was totally favorable. Or almost. There was ill feeling not from Ferrante, the future king, but rather from his wife, Isabella of Clermont. The people may have wanted a queen, but Isabella figured they would have one soon enough—her, and she didn't like being upstaged by a charismatic charmer. But in the minds of the people, that had already happened, anyway; that's all anyone talked about—the king marrying one of his subjects. True love right from a fairy tale.

The obvious problem was that the king and his queen consort back home could not divorce. There was no such thing. No one really knows who first broached the idea of an annulment to Alfonso, but if you guess Lucrezia, that's maybe not a bad guess. This conversation may have happened. (It sounds better in medieval Aragonese pseudo-spousal baby-speak, but the only expert in that field has not yet been born. I note, pretentiously, that Benedetto Croce missed this completely.
Lucrezia: Alfie-walfie-boo, my lord, my liege...
Alfonso:  Yes, true light of my life and fire of my lions [at 70, his loins had pretty much had it], what boon wilt thou have of me...here, have some jewelry. Peel me a grape.
Lucrezia: Well, I was thinking more like boonanza. How much longer must I and my big strong kingie have to wait for that old crow of your wife back home to croak, go belly up, go to be with Jesus. Whatever. Then we can marry and be true King and Queen, just like everyone wants.
Alfonso: Hard to say. Here, have some more bling. Get it to the Cayman Islands.
Lucrezia: They haven't been discovered yet.
Alfonso: What, are you Christopher Columbus all of a sudden? He'll sail some day for my brother, by the way; we expect great things. But right now he's only 6 years old. Trust me, I have astrologers. The Caymans are solid. Anyway, here is what you shall do.
Spoilsport Callixtus III.   
Boo-hi
ss!             
Then he explained how she would go to Rome to talk to the pope, one of Alfonso's relatives. It was pretty much a done deal, he said. An annulment from the pope—what could go wrong? Callixtus III (image, right), was a Spaniard and, indeed, related to Alfonso. The king sent the young love of his life off to Rome for an audience with the pope. She went like a queen in an entourage of 500 horses and ample ladies and lords in attendance. She was received in kind, royally, by the vicar of Christ. Royally with all the trimmings. Except one. No annulment. That would be a sin, and apparently the pope told Lucrezia that he had no intention of “winding up in hell with both of you.” That was in October of 1457. They had had nine good years.

Alfonso had waited in Capua for her and rode north to meet her as she returned with the bad news. Now the fairy tale ends abruptly. They consoled each other for eight more months. Then Alfonso died in June of 1458. (The ultimate irony was that his legitimate spouse back in Spain died two months later!) Things went downhill for Lucrezia quickly. She paid her due respects to her new king, Ferrante (Alfonso's son) then dressed in mourning black and talked of entering a convent.

Two things then happened: one, Ferrante (probably at his wife's prodding) started to expropriate Lucretia's property and wealth. It seems that Alfonso, in spite of his boundless generosity towards Lucrezia, had left her out of his will. It's hard to view that as oversight. My guess is that in the mid-1450s Alfonso was 70 years of age
—that was old. He was intoxicated with Lucrezia, but he may have been concerned with the future of his line. Lucrezia already had a lot of property and a fleetload of jewelry. She would not hurt. (He had no inkling of the intense power struggle that would engulf the Kingdom upon his demise.) Important was that his son should become king and his wife, Isabella, queen. Alfonso had arranged that marriage a few years earlier. Isabella was one of the most well-endowed (in the sense of feudal land holdings, of course!) in the south. Lucrezia, on the other hand had had him! What more could she ask for? As noted, she wouldn't go hungry.

Two, upon Alfonso's death, the barons in the realm, who remembered the good feudal life under the previous Angevin dynasty, revolted almost immediately against the new king; an Angevin army landed to support the barons and there ensued an agonizing six-year war, ultimately won by Ferrante. At the beginning of the war, Lucrezia had a choice to make. At first she swore loyalty to the Aragonese kingdom; then, the tides of war turned in favor of the Angevins and Lucrezia went over to them, even offering one of her castles to a revolutionary baron. When the final battle, however, went to the Aragonese, the whole revolt collapsed; the barons were done and Lucrezia, who had committed treason, made a run for it. She fled to the Dalmatian coast under the protection of the Republic of Venice, then returned to Italy in October of 1464 to Ravenna. Finally she “surrendered” to Ferrante by letter, saying she wanted to live in her kingdom again and would be willing to live anywhere in the kingdom as long as it wasn't near the queen. Ferrante wasn't as vindictive as he might have been. He said he would pay her a small pension and she could live in some place like Bari on the coast of Puglia, but she could pretty much kiss her wealth good-bye. She was outraged and decided to stay in Ravenna selling off her jewelry little by little to live. Then she moved to Rome near Piazza San Marco. Croce says she doesn't seem to have suffered in poverty. She gave her niece a significant amount of money as a wedding gift and in her will left money to her relatives and the San Domenico monastery in Naples.

She was known as Madama Lucrezia in the quarter of Rome where she lived. Croce writes that the legends about her persisted even at the time of his writing his tale. (1919). There is still (2017) a large bust (right) of a woman at the corner of Palazzo Venezia, near where she lived and now 100 yards from the great national monument to the first king of united Italy, Victor Emanuel II, in Piazza San Marco. It is actually an ancient Roman statue, but has been called “Madama Lucrezia” for centuries.

Lucrezia d'Alagno died in 1479. She was approximately 50 years old. She was entombed in the Dominican church of St. Mary Above Minerva (sic). Croce says that “...the tomb and tombstone with epitaph disappeared long ago...” but he cites a four-line epitaph in Latin from a 19th-century source (a collection of such epitaphs that had been copied and had survived) that seem to refer to Lucretia:

NOSCERE SI QUAERIS QUAE SIM LUCRECIA NOMEN
PATRIA PARTHENOPE DULCIS ET ILLA FUIT
CUNCTA HABUI EXPLEVIQUE ANIMUM SINE LABE PUDORIS
VITA FUIT ROMAE MORTUAQUE HIC IACEO


If you want to know who I am, my name is Lucrezia/
My homeland was sweet Parthenope [Naples]/
I had everything and kept my honor without blemish/
I finished my life in Rome and here I lie.


There is a small street named for her in Naples, supposedly near her residence in the heart of the ancient Greco-Roman city.
sources:
  F. M. Apollonj Ghetti, "Madama Lucrezia quasi una regina", in Donne di ieri a Roma e nel Lazio, «Lunario Romano VII»,   Roma, Gruppo Culturale di Roma e del Lazio, 1978, pp. 15-53.
  M. A. Causati Vanni, "Lucrezia d'Alagno: madama parlante", in Roma: ieri, oggi, domani, nº 68, June 1994.
  Benedetto Croce, "Lucrezia d'Alagno", in Giuseppe Galasso (ed.), Storie e leggende napoletane (con relativa nota   bibliografica), Milan, Adelphi, 2001, pp. 89-120.  

Many thanks to Selene Salvi for her assistance.    
 
   


3. added May 5, 2017 
                          

   
The Memoirs of Loise de Rosa - On Hearing Old Neapolitan from the 1400s

Loise de Rosa (Pozzuoli,1385 – Naples, 1475) was a writer of the 1400s in Naples. He was from a simple background and had only modest education. He started writing late in life after having spent an entire career in charge of the staff of servants (maestro di casa) at the Angevin court and then the Aragonese court of the kingdom of Naples, first in the service of the last Angevin rulers of Naples, and then in the service of Alfonso the Magnanimous (see), then Alfonso's son, Ferrante of Aragon (1443-1495), and then Ippolita Maria Sforza, Ferrante's granddaughter.

Historian and philosopher Benedetto Croce includes a chapter on de Rosa in his Neapolitan Stories and Legends and Jerry H. Bentley opens his remarkable 1987 book Politics and Culture in Renaissance Naples with a six-page vignette of de Rosa, a light-hearted introduction to one whom Croce called a “likeable old chatterbox.”

Croce opens with this:
Sometimes I fantasize about all the fuss our distant descendants will make when they hear our voices, the way we really sound, for the first time on their modern recording devices (certainly now already in the works)—our words, rhythms, inflections, the timbre of the voices of celebrities of long ago. Will they be impressed by the solemnity? The sublime? Or—perhaps more likely—will they laugh? I'm afraid, especially at first hearing, our voices will get a lot of laughs. That's because distant ancestors enter our imagination in idealized form. Our emotions and thought processes mingle and lend spiritual value to almost everything, whereas a realistic phonographic recording cleanses away the purifying slag of time and for a few moments lets us hear the squeaky or falsetto voice of a famous poet or the slight stammer of a tender poet of love, or lets us hear long out-of-date accents that now sound ridiculous or grotesque at first hearing. On the other hand, at the same time and for the same reason, I hold that this phonographic realism, this brutal physical encounter with the past, will not serve to promote true historical knowledge any more than it does now with mimes and mimics trying to recall the past through imitation. Yet...
...and then Croce is off into his tale of Loise de Rosa because he recognizes the linguistic insight (rather than historical knowledge) that the “story and legend” of one such as Louise de Rosa can provide.

If you remember highschool Spanish, that might help.


De Rosa is noted for a single work, one of the first pieces of literature written in the local language of Aragonese Naples, a chronicle that is noteworthy as a part of the literary panorama of the spoken language of the 1400s, and not just of Naples but of a peninsula-wide trend that was just gearing up. Based entirely on the spoken language of the servant class, essentially illiterate, De Rosa's language is very different from that of the “high literature' of the day, which flowed from the cultural environment of the Renaissance humanists at those courts.

There is potential for confusion here. When we say, “literature written in the spoken language of the day,” is that not what we find with the grand trio of literati—Dante, Boccaccio, and Petrarch—who championed the use of the vernacular language instead of Latin (see a complete discussion of vernacular here). Not really. That was an attempt to create a “universal” Italian as a language of empire, as opposed to the language of the Catholic church, Latin—it was very much a part of the church vs empire conflict of the time (the so-called Guelphs and Ghibellines, respectively). Italian thus wound up more or less like the vernacular Tuscan dialect of Dante, but it was an educated language moved by the spirit of Renaissance Humanism stirring in Italian universities, a spirit that emphasized human potential rather than religious values.

But Dante was not a humanist. It is true that his Divine Comedy, completed in 1320 gave us the first great poem written in vernacular, but (1) it was a poem, and most people—even Tuscans— don't speak in rhyming verse stanzas of 11 syllables to a line; (2) it was a religious poem and represented more of a medieval religious world view, not an attempt to revive classical logic and philosophy. The humanists active after Dante, such as Boccaccio and Petrarch (called the Father of Humanism), came from university environments and were scholars, manuscript collectors, lawyers, even chancellors of Italian cities. They wrote and spoke both Latin as well as their own local brand of dialect—but even that language was educated and, to the extent that it then slowly developed into official court or national language, it could be as ponderous then as official language still is today. If offers no insight into how the common folk really spoke. De Rosa does.
Opinion of De Rosa's work is positive. The extreme closeness of his language—the absence of refinement or literary pretension, makes De Rosa an important document for the study of the history of the Neapolitan language. Stylistically, he is devoid of literary pretension or fanciness. It is, according to Croce, almost transcription, oral history, with no attempt to write up. Croce, indeed, compares it to a sound recording;  “...for him, the pen is nothing more than a phonograph.” As history, however—a record of what really happened—that is not particularly useful given what we now know about the unreliability of eye and ear witness accounts, “invented memories” and such things. Bit linguistically it is a valuable tool.

The memoir is in three parts. The first one is by far the longest. It is a long series of recollections of his life and career in Naples and is addressed to “Donno Alonso”. It's not clear if the reference is to Alfonso the Magnanimous or to his grandson Alfonso II of Aragon. More likely the former, since the stories stress the simplicity of this first Aragonese ruler and his penchant for such things as going incognito among the people to hear what they really thought. It is interesting that, whoever he is, he speaks Catalonian Spanish in de Rosa's stories, the language that had become the official language of the kingdom when the Aragonese took over from the French.
Although the events chronicled are not necessarily in chronological order, the memoirs start from about 1452 under the reign of Alfonso the Magnamimous (image, right, painting by Vicente Juan Nasip). In talking about himself, de Rosa claims a barely plausible array of offices he has held, from viceroy of several districts and towns, to a vice-admiral of the royal fleet and majordomo of important households. Though exaggerated, it is apparently the case that he at least served as master of the household to several Neapolitan monarchs. He was more than just a glorified butler—more than the title “maestro di casa” makes it seem.

Part 2 is shorter and is a hilarious justification of why Neapolitans are the best people in the world. It has a certain logic to it: Since Europe is obviously better than Africa and Asia, and since Italy is the best part of Europe, and since Campania is the best part of Italy and Naples the best part of Campania... therefore, etc. etc.  Long list of criteria: better air, better water, better weather, the mountains, the sea, abundance of game. Better doctors. Better streets with better churches and even better miracles! (Come on! What do Rome and Venice have to compare with a vial of San Gennaro's blood that miraculously liquifies?!). You name it. Naples is better. Ipso facto. Buy the premise, buy the bit.
Part III (written around 1271, much later than parts 1 and 2) is a time-line of events of Neapolitan history from the time of Konrad IV of Hohenstaufen (1228-54) (son of Frederick II and who ruled as “King of Italy” and “King of Sicily”) up to de Rosa's own time. It is not considered very accurate and is of scholarly interest only due to the natural dialect writing and the light shed on the lower social classes. Much of the material is out of chronological order, so we can make sense of it only by remembering who was whose son or daughter. It is full of flashbacks and probably smaller insertions from the author's diaries and notes that are no longer extant.

There is a single copy of the Ricordo—74 quarto pages held in the French National Library in Paris. It was donated by Ippolita Maria Sforza, famous for her patronage of the arts, from the Aragonese library in Naples. (The image at the top on the right is a facsimile from that copy.)

Sources and bibliograpic notes.

Bentley, Jerry H. Politics and Culture in Renaissance Naples,
Princeton Legacy Library, Princeton University Press, Princeton, 1987.

Croce, Benedetto. Storie e legende napoletane. (ed. Giuseppe Galasso) Adelphi, Milan, 2001.

-De Rosa's Ricordi (memoirs) have been edited twice: G. de Blaiis, "Tre scritture napoletane del secolo XV", in Archivio storico per le provincie napoletane, IV, 1879, pp. 411-467, SBN IT\ICCU\NAP\0391412.1879 and Antonio Altamura's Napoli aragonese nei ricordi di Loise de Rosa (Naples, 1971). The latter includes a glossary of Neapolitan dialect as used by De Rosa.

-There is a critical edition of the Italian manuscript (ed. Vittorio Formentin), catalogued as ms. Ita. 913 in the National Library of France, published in Italy in 2 volumes at Roma and Salerno, 1998, ISBN 88-8402-261-4. (The yellow image, top left, is of one of those volumes. The facsimile in the middle of the page is from the
National Library of France.



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