If Dante is so great, so quintessentially Italian, this writer asks, whatever happened to his bones? And he means it literally. As it happens, some bones do exist, in a mausoleum in Ravenna—but are they really Dante’s? Who owns them properly, and where do they rightfully belong? The answer is a long and tortuous tale, full of notaries, emissaries, monks, phrenologists, propagandists, physical anthropologists. And that is not all. —Read more here