Avoid Perón, seven years of power and seventy of mystery

THEin a world of daffodils, Elisabetta Rosaspina is the most shy journalist I know. For decades I have met her around the world, in the clashes in Jerusalem and at the Olympic Games, after the Islamist bomb in Madrid and after the Bataclan, and by now I know her: if you compliment her for the dedication and care with which she works , you give her a displeasure. And then it’s up to grieve her and write that this Enigma Avoid. Story of the woman who bewitched the world (Mondadori) it’s a great book, as was her biography of Margaret Thatcher. But if the Iron Lady is a character firmly in the memory of us fifty-year-olds, Evita Perón belongs to the era of our grandmothers.

Avoid Perón, the story

Madonna took her to the cinema. But who was Evita really? The woman Indro Montanelli said that “Perón could do without everything except herSo much so that after his death he tried in vain to find her in other women, and from to have his mummified body brought back from Italy to Franco’s Madrid where he was in exile?

Evita’s charm isn’t just in her early death. It is in her mystery. She remained in power for only seven years. But she has aroused curiosity, interest, rumors of conspiracies that have never died out. Included his mysterious trip to Europe immediately after the war, when he toured Spain, Italy, the Vatican, France, Portugal and Switzerland «in seventy-nine days of luxury and mystery“.

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Enigma Avoid. Story of the woman who bewitched the world by Elisabetta Rosaspina, Mondadori, 264 pages, € 22

I don’t want to spoil your reading of the book, but at least I would like to anticipate the page of the meeting with Pope Pius XII: “With the Grand Cross of Isabella the Catholic pinned clearly on the chest, and with the head covered by the mantilla of the same gloomy monastic color, a gift from Carmen Polo de Franco, Eva Perón hurried to San Pietro on the morning of Friday 27 June 1947: she was sensationally late. Nothing out of the ordinary for his habits: less than thirty minutes. She hadn’t woken up in time and no one had dared to disturb her. It had happened before, and it would happen again. But waiting for the chronic latecomer there was that time someone not very indulgent on the observance of the precepts, and for nothing sensitive to female graces. Of a former actress and concubine, then… ».

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