The Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio
*contains spoilers* This bounteous collection of stories, both classical and contemporary (for the age in which it was written, which was circa 1351; their contemporary is relatively classical to us, of course), both noble and bawdy, both comedic and tragic, is one of my favourite reads to date. The Decameron takes its name from the Greek for ‘ten days’, and does what it says on the tin, in providing ten stories told by ten people over the course of ten days – notably in a pastoral landscape. Written in the Italian vernacular in prose form, which allows Boccaccio the scope to explore a wealth of tales without compromising the nitty-gritty details, it affords us readers a magnified look at the context in which the piece was written; warts and all. In the introduction, here called the ‘Author’s Foreword’, Boccaccio even begs the pardon of the faint-hearted women reading, and does so again in his closing ‘Author’s Afterword’ – but don’t worry, women are presented as both noble and strong...