Like Athena from the head of Zeus, Djuna Barnes was born in perfectly armed narration of conceptiness, elegance and insolence. And to this first apparition we witness in these fourteen stories, written between 1914 and 1916 and published in various newspapers and magazines. At that time the Barnes was a young New York journalist who wrote about brilliant chronicle, theater, current affairs, but above all he wandered into the suburbs of the metropolis, in the dance halls, in the breweries, as well as in the gyms and in the slaughterhouses, with an impeccable flap In finding left and eccentric tanes. This is the experience from which the stories of "smoke" are born, with their enchanting mixture of ugly 'Facts of Life' and metaphysical arditects. The characters, which we could imagine all photographed by Arbus, already speak for apocalyptic truths, at par with those now famous that we will meet later in the "forest of the night" - but here the stamp is more airy and playful, as In as many Tetre Pochades.