After the great reception by critics and readers of a work as ambitious, complex and dazzling as the death of my brother Abel, it is a real pleasure for Sixth Floor to present Cain. The last manuscript, a sort of continuation, of wonderful coda, of that one. Published in 2001, after the death of Rezzori, Cain is the last novel of the author, and in it we will find again characters that we already knew in the death of my brother Abel: Aristides Subicz - and his impossible novel, that disintegrates in a marasmus Unfinished fragments, memories, sketches ... - his uncles, Schwab ... And we will also find, of course, the same implacable and virtuous anger towards the fucking middle classes, Nazism - its causes and its persistent inheritance - physical and moral ruins Of Europe, savage capitalism and the "Americanization" of the world, the progressive loss of protagonism of beauty in our existence. Cain, in the middle of so much rubble and so many ashes, also conveys to us the thirst for a fuller and true life, far from farces and automatisms; Is a requiem and at the same time a defense of culture, humanism, pleasure and joy. Cain is a book that surprises by its modernity, but also by its depth: the writing of Rezzori - complete, brilliant - is the furthest thing from the sterile experimentalisms. The formal, of a capital importance, is never to the detriment of life, the wound in which Rezzori rumbles.