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Attention is an experimental novel by Alberto Moravia from 1965, written five years after Boredom, and represents the peak of his introspective, metafictional phase. The structure is complex: a prologue (an explanation of why he writes a diary), a main part (the diary itself), and an epilogue (the conclusion).

The protagonist Francesco Merighi, a journalist who spent 9 years abroad as a correspondent, returns to Rome estranged from his wife Cora (a rich, manipulative woman) and her daughter Babe (a young, sensual girl from Cora's first marriage). Francesco wants to write a novel that would be "authentic" – not fake like his life so far. That is why he decides to keep a diary: he records every day, every thought, every interaction, trying to capture reality "on the fly" and avoid lying.

But it is precisely this "attention" (attenzione) that reveals a profound inauthenticity: his marriage to Cora is cold, pragmatic, full of manipulation and money; Cora uses him, he tolerates her. The key motif is the incestuous tension towards Babe – Francesco feels attracted to her, but is at the same time aware of the prohibition and moral lie. He analyzes every thought, every look, every gesture – he tries to be honest with himself, but realizes that even the diary becomes a new form of lie: he writes to justify himself, to control reality.

The novel is a meta-narrative: Francesco writes a novel within a novel (a diary), and Moravia shows the impossibility of true authenticity in modern life – everything is performative, trapped in language, social roles and erotic obsession. The themes are: lies in marriage, the impossibility of communication, sexual desire as an escape from emptiness, the existential crisis of a writer who cannot "catch" life.

The style is introspective, analytical, with long monologues and repetitions – typical of Moravia's later phase (influenced by Sartre, existentialism). The work is less erotically explicit than his earlier novels, more philosophical: about "attention" as a tool that reveals, but also creates lies. Critics see it as a transitional work – from social criticism towards a deep crisis of identity and literature itself.