Adventurer and Italian writer, born in Venice in 1725 and died in Dux (Bohemia) in 1798. Son of actors (his mother, Giovanna María Farussi, known as "La Buranella", enjoyed some fame among people in show business), followed an ecclesiastical career and even took the minor in the year 1743 orders. However, his personality does not match such craft, as man lucky in love and intriguing, practiced all kinds of vices: he/she was fond of the game, to the scam and mingled with people of the lowest kind. Paradoxically, it was appreciated by Kings, artists and men of science, who liked his company. In 1755 he/she was accused, as mason who was, libertinism and atheism, so he/she was arrested and imprisoned in leads with a sentence of five years, which failed, since he/she was able to escape this prison to the three years of his imprisonment. He/She fled to France, where you installed the national lottery as it ran from 1762-1836. Forced to leave Paris, he/she returned to start with its peregrinations around Europe until he/she was pardoned in Venice; I had spent a long stay in Trieste and Turin. In 1782, estranged again with Venice, he/she moved back to Trieste and then to Paris, where he/she came in relation to the count Waldstein, nephew of the Prince of Ligne, which installed him in his castle of Dux (Bohemia), and made him his librarian. This was only one of many occupations in this Playboy, which has in its repertoire with other as many as the of Secretary of the cardinal Acquaviva in Rome, violinist, and secret agent of the inquisitors of State. It was in the castle of Dux when he/she wrote a story of my life, also known as memories (1791-1798), which only covers up to the year 1774. The language he/she used in his work was the Frenchman. News of this manuscript were not taken until after the death of Casanova, F.A. Brockhaus German Publisher bought these unpublished papers that many consider to be false, including Foscolo.
History... is an evocative fresco of the life of 18th century, colorful and spectacular. Casanova unfolds an inexhaustible childhood scenes as places of leisure and game, theatres, fondas, Palazzi, etc, included in a narrative that is a continuous celebration of vital energy, embodied in the figure of the author and protagonist, mocking, exploitative cynic of the weaknesses of others, proud of his fortune and his talent, engaged in endless adventures, gallant mostly. The vision of a libertine, unconsciously aimed at self-destruction, society that emerges in this work, was then interpreted in the perspective of the coming revolution, but in the belle epoque was assessed the hedonistic myth of the character.
In addition to this autobiography, Casanova left mediocre verses, an incomplete translation of octaves of the Iliad (1775) and a novel in French, Icosameron (1778), inspirational vaguely iluministica.
The Spanish poet Antonio hills has managed to reflect the inflection point between the profligacy and the appeasement of this intrepid character beautifully:
GIACOMO CASANOVA ACCEPTS THE CHARGE OF BIBLIOTECARIOQUE IT OFFERS, IN BOHEMIA, THE COUNT OF WALDSTEIN
"Hearken unto me, Lord, I have the sad members.With the French Revolution van muriendomis few friends. Look at me, I have recorridolos countries in the world, the prisons of the world, beds, gardens, the seas, the convents, and I've seen that do not accept my good will.I was Abbot within the walls of Rome and was soldier hermososer in the hot nights of Corfu.a times have sounded a little the violiny you know, Sir, how trema Veneciacon music and burn the Islands and domes.Hearken unto me, Lord, from Madrid to Moscuhe travelled in vain, pursue me the Holy Office lobosdel, took a hurricane of lenguasdetras of my person, poisonous tongues.And I only wish to save my clarity, smile in the light of each new day, show my firm horror everything dies.Lord, here I stay at your library, I translate Homer, I write my days then, I dream of the blue harem of Istanbul".
(Tomb in Tarquinia, 1975).