I often heard my father speak in hushed tones of the heartrending tale Victor Hugo wrote.
This did not impress me when I was young. It was a long time before I was awestruck that an Italian immigrant who had only attended school for three years in his native country could read, comprehend and appreciate Hugo’s genius and insight in “Les Misérables.”
As time went on, I, too, read the story. When it became a Broadway production, I listened to the tapes and merrily sang along with the music.