Part social tapestry, part feminist Bildungsroman, this tetralogy shines above all because of its vibrant, unflinching study of friendship
I read My Brilliant Friend, the first in the pseudonymous Elena Ferrante’s trilogy-turned-tetralogy, with the same pleasure I took in books as a kid. Utterly engrossed, I was a little hasty, and felt as if Ferrante had written the story directly for me. I wanted to get back to the novel the way a nine-year-old wants to get back to Harry Potter. As soon as I’d finished, I reached for the second volume (The Story of a New Name); and was frustrated to have to wait for the English translation of the third (Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay). Now, with the publication of The Story of the Lost Child, the fourth of Ferrante’s so-called Neapolitan novels, the circle is closed, the story — insofar as it can be — completed.

