“The universe is made of stories, not atoms.”
Muriel Rukeyser
Bravo, Muriel: Spoken like a writer! And surely, this view is shared by the people who run the National Diary Archive Foundation in Pieve Santo Stefano, Italy — a small Tuscan town known as the City of Diaries. Some of the stories on its shelves were scrawled on scraps of paper, some were typewritten, and some penned in longhand in leather-bound journals. In all, more than 10,000 memoirs and letters by ordinary people from all walks of life crowd the archive’s shelves, the earliest dating back to the 18th century.
Unbound by paper or convention, at least one diary was scribbled on a bright white wedding bed sheet by Cielia Marchi, a barely educated woman from Mantua, who began recording her life story when she was 72 and delivered her bed sheet to the archive in 1968. A superstar in the archive’s firmament, Cielia’s labor of love has inspired both artists and playwrights.
So have the 39 scraps of paper that were scribbled in a Rome jail by Orlando Orlandi Posti, an 18-year old arrested in February of 1944 for warning his friends about a planned roundup by German soldiers. Written over six weeks, he smuggled them out of prison rolled up in the collars of shirts sent to the laundry. His poignant, makeshift memoir is all that remains of his story. He was executed on March 24, 1944 — one of 335 Italians partisans who lost their lives fending freedom. Orlando’s story has become a book, a play, and an exhibit, along with Cielia Marchi’s wedding bed sheet
The City of Diaries: It sounds like the title of a novel, doesn’t it? What a remarkable idea! In this day of tweets on X, isn’t it oddly comforting to contemplate a diary scrawled on a bed sheet? Yes, Muriel, the world is made up of stories. And we have plenty of them to share as we all write on!