‘If a horse is born in a stable, does it bark like a dog?’ By the time the Duke of Wellington’s famous question (‘If a man is born in a stable, does that make him a horse?’) made its way down to the young Michael Volpe, growing up in a fractured Italian family on the ‘streets and railway tracks… estates and football terraces’ of 1970s west London, it was mangled almost beyond recognition, bent and twisted into a surreal new shape. But the spirit of Wellington’s question remained, burrowing into a boy with one foot in the stable and one beyond, his very name a contradiction of identity: the blandly Anglicised, Sunday-best ‘Michael’ at odds with the sly, sinuously Italian ‘Volpe’ – fox.
The scene where the elderly Nicola cuts his young grandson dead in the street is pure Puccini
Fast forward 50 years and this particular fox is well and truly in the hen house.
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