"This beautiful, harrowing, moving, occasionally comic memoir of the experiences of the Sardinian writer, Emilio Lussu, on the Italian-Austrian front...in the First World War has remained largely unknown to English-speaking readers. ...Its republication in a new translation...means it should now find a place on the bookshelf alongside Robert Graves and Erich Maria Remarque." -Times Literary Supplement "Any avid student of history, particularly military history, will be enthralled with A Soldier on the Southern Front...this book will not soon be forgotten." -New York Journal of Books "The recovered memoir of a brave Italian soldier in World War I. It is a story of trench warfare in 1916, but more importantly, it is the story of the men who fought and their derision of their commanding officers. The author’s memory is vivid, and the characters demand it. The author writes about a war of maneuver to save lives rather than a war of position that would cost them. Lussu’s philosophy of war was born in the days he lived through and wrote about." -Kirkus Reviews "Part lyrical Italian mojo, part authorial descriptive genius, part 100-year-old stoicism, this eminently readable book ungraphically describes the infantry experience." -Library Journal "...Emilio Lussu’s A Soldier on the Southern Front, stands as a closely observed critique of wartime generalship that is demonstrably inadequate to the task at hand...Lussu’s own recollections of combat stand out, because he retains throughout a tone of remarkable dispassion even while recording instances of senior officer ineptitude likely to mortify even the most obdurate donkey.  Soldier recounts a single year in the combat history of the Sardinian brigade to which Lussu was assigned throughout the war...by stitching together a series of loosely-related episodes, Lussu provides a detailed and compelling picture of what it was like to fight the Austrian army in the mountains of northern Italy. Mostly, it was miserable. As on the Western Front so too on the Southern one: Service in the trenches combined filth, deprivation, exhaustion, and periodic terror, reinforced by an acute awareness of being at the mercy of forces utterly without mercy." -Andrew Bacevich in Raritan