The impression today is that never, not even after World War II, has literature been so contaminated by politics. But the context is very, very different. To begin with, in the past, war violently intervened in the lives of many writers, leading to radical and decisive consequences. For the writer, to ignore it would be to fail in his duty. Then, the insertion of war into literature took place, at least in the great works, just as it did in thousands of lives: as a component of complex and, above all, real human dramas. The current situation is quite different, and only one thing needs to be said about it: there will not be enough capable hands to clean up the mess that the last two decades have produced.