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<em>In the long, sad time, when the sky was grey,<br />And the keen blast blew through
the city drear,<br />When delight had fled from the night and the day,<br />My chill
heart whispered, " June will be here!<br /><br />" June with its roses a-sway in the
sun,<br />Its glory of green on mead and tree."<br />Lo, now the sweet June-tide is
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I loved Amy Levy's portrayal of a different London then we most commonly know in <em>Reuben Sachs</em>, and am so grateful <a href="http://www.persephonebooks.co.uk/pages/titles/index.asp?id=40">Persephone republished</a> it (and that Carrick brought it back from the shop personally)...her poetry is also something not to be missed...</div>
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Can you guess where I am leaving for on Sunday with this weeks postings?</div>DMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15435206223622005832noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907402354452907168.post-62110404771126622842012-06-27T16:36:00.003-04:002012-06-27T16:36:59.523-04:00Yigal Ozeri<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oil Painting (!) by <a href="http://www.mikeweissgallery.com/html/ArtistBio.asp?artnum=1">Yigal Ozeri</a></div>DMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15435206223622005832noreply@blogger.com78tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907402354452907168.post-68209412026876430562012-06-26T06:47:00.001-04:002012-06-26T06:47:45.398-04:00Bei Mir Bist Du Shayn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As beautifully as Tove Jansson described summer life in <em>The Summer Book</em>, she captures the same magic of winter in <em>The True Deceiver. </em>Both recommendations came from <a href="http://stuck-in-a-book.blogspot.it/">Simon at Stuck in a Book</a>, and I couldn't be more appreciative. I've been introduced to an amazing writer.</div>
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Katri Kling and Anna Aemelin are two women living in the same village from completely different backgrounds. While Anna is older, admired and originally from the village (everything is written in reference to lightness with her), Katri is yellow-eyed, mysterious, brutally honest, always in black and an outsider with her younger brother. Katri is a genius with numbers and has 'helped' all in the village. Anna a bit of a air-head (?) is her next victim, so-to-say, and the story continues on from there.</div>
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The relationship morphs subtlety but fiercly all with the background of the endlessly snowy winter transforming into spring. As the story continues we start to wonder who really is the victim is it Anna or Katri? The townsfolk were also incredible characters in their own way, gossiping, showing their mistrust to any outsider, all with a blue-eyed smile. </div>
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The landscape reminded me of the snowy winters back home in Rhode Island near the sea. I took the above photo last year before I moved to Italy. And I leave you with Lykke Li, who's video I kept referencing in my head whilst reading about Katri Kling.</div>
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The good news is Sigur Rós is coming to Verona, so I'll finally be able to go see them. The bad news is no one I know here knows who they are. A solution must be found!</div>DMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15435206223622005832noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907402354452907168.post-46804613464629755832012-06-07T06:36:00.001-04:002012-06-07T06:37:17.859-04:00Una Barca nel Bosco<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gaspare Torrente, in <i>Una Barca nel
Bosco</i> (A Boat in the Forest) by Paola Mastrocola, is the son of a
fisherman, a brilliant Latin student who grew up in a small island.
His teachers insist he has a promising future ahead of him, so to
Torino he moves with his Mother, leaving his father behind. Both of
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moving to a city from a small island, his struggles to fit it, his
falling in love, and the good and bad decisions he makes. He is like
'a boat in a forest,' a fish out of water in this new life. It read
a bit like Charlie's story in <i>The Perks of Being a Wallflower</i>,
a favorite of mine. The moments of discovery were so relatable you
can't help but twinge/chuckle to yourself. Gaspare also has this
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school, Gaspare's tale thankfully continues on to University. His
best friend Furio leaves for Berkeley, leaving Gaspare somewhat
alone, and somewhat spiteful that he doesn't have the money to leave
Italy for school and that he can't leave his plants behind. Instead
of becoming the great Latinist everyone (including himself) thought,
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Years pass and Gaspare and Furio meet
by coincidence in the bar the Gaspare now owns. He didn't become a
Latinist, he didn't become a lawyer, his plants were to occupying, so
he opened up a bar. Furio saves the day by using Gaspare's knowledge
of botany and his engineering background to invent living
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his father who passed away alone on the island, recounting everything
that he regrets, what really happened while he was away, and how he
wishes somethings were different. In my opinion, the last chapter
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I felt great similarities with Gaspare,
which I think is the reason why my teacher recommended it to me in
the first case. We both have father's who are fisherman, and at that
age I stupidly felt quite ashamed of his profession. We just wanted
dad's who have normal office jobs. I think if I left home at 14 I
would have similar feelings about missing the sea like Gaspare did,
as I miss it everyday and I'm 25. My teachers in high school always
told me I was going to be a CEO of a company by time I was 21 and
obviously that hasn't happened. Just like anyone, life happens and
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It's a pity Mastrocola hasn't been
translated into English, as this book would be so poignant for
everyone at any age. It won the Premio Campiello, a prestigious
literary award, in 2004 and needs to be in the hands of more people.
Maybe my career as the next William Weaver (sarcasm) will someday start with
this book.</div>DMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15435206223622005832noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907402354452907168.post-49239901835517741442012-06-06T10:37:00.000-04:002012-06-06T10:37:05.269-04:00La Sicilia<div align="center">
This past weekend was spent visiting my friend's family in Agrigento. Are there words to describe Sicily? I think not, other than it was so much more than I expected. Imagine a land of rolling hills like in Tuscany, but instead of the steady green found there, you find endless shades of gold, yellow, reds, and umber. Being a volcanic island it's very easy still to this day to sea it's proof, with little volcanic peaks covered with fields of grain scattered here and there. What Sicily is missing the most, is the annoying, fat, red, sweaty tourists who demand menus in their own language (cough <em>cough</em> english!). I fell absolutely in love. Especially since my friend grew up on a gigantic farm where her father to this day still makes organic....<em>everything</em>! Cheese, milk, fruits, vegetables, eggs, meat, etc etc.</div>
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Stumbled across this lovely birch forest the other day on the blog of <a href="http://genevievebjargardottir.blogspot.it/">Geneviève Bjargardóttir</a>, an Icelandic girl live in Göteborg, Sweden. Her images are so transporting you can almost smell the moss and fresh air. The fact she uses an analog makes it all the more otherworldly. </div>
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And again I beg, why wasn't I born earlier?</div>DMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15435206223622005832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907402354452907168.post-44999391201385645892012-05-09T10:31:00.001-04:002012-05-10T07:21:23.095-04:00Mariano Fortuny<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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While on my first trip to Venice last November, I developed a bit of an obsession with Mariano Fortuny. His palazzo was where Axel Vervoordt showed his exhibit for the Bienniale, and if it wasn't for that I'd probably never had gone to the Palazzo Orfei. The only thing I knew was the name of the impossibly expensive Fortuny fabrics; I didn't realize that in his life he accomplished so much more.</div>
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He now is of course most famous for his lavish fabrics, still made secretly in the same factory in Venice. But he also was a master photographer (see previous Henry James post), able to figure out the camera before many others. A famous fashion designer: Sarah Bernhardt, Marchesa Casati, Lady Diana Cooper, Isadora Duncan to name a few were all customers. His name is even mentioned by Proust in <em>The Remembrance of Things Past. </em>Master inventor: 22 (!) patents were taken out in his name, most of which were for the theater which are still used today; ie: lighting controlled back-stage, the lighting of quarter-domes found in most theaters, photographic papers, fabric printing techniques, etc. Not to mention painter of countless paintings and sculptor...The man was a genius.</div>
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He rented a few rooms in the Palazzo Pesaro degli Orfei with his wife to work and gradually bought the rest little by little until the entire palace was his home/studio, and thankfully today we can go and explore it ourselves. The Vervoordt exhibit was amazing, but I think discovering about him and his work, seeing where he worked, smelling the oil paint (still!) was all the more thrilling!</div>
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I can easily say this is my favorite place in Italy I've seen so far, so if you come, please visit it, or better yet, let me know and I'll meet you there.</div>
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<em>Editor's update: For more information get thee to </em><a href="http://acquiredobjects.blogspot.it/"><em>Acquired Objects</em></a><em> well-informed and fascinating posts (</em><a href="http://acquiredobjects.blogspot.it/2012/04/fortuny-master-at-work-part-1.html"><em>here</em></a><em> </em><a href="http://acquiredobjects.blogspot.it/2012/04/fortuny-his-vintage-prints-part-2.html"><em>here</em></a><em> and </em><a href="http://acquiredobjects.blogspot.it/2012/05/fortuny-final-silk-velvet.html"><em>here</em></a><em>)that completely put mine to shame! You will not be disappointed!</em><br />
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Months ago, you may remember, <a href="http://hibernianhomme.blogspot.it/2012/01/wings-of-dove.html">I announced my divorce with Henry James</a>. Mayhaps I was a bit too hasty, having only read one, a certain <em>Wings of the Dove. </em>Quite honestly I was bored for those painful months, he put me to sleep, I couldn't follow what he was saying, my mind would wander, I wanted out. A recipe for disaster. </div>
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<em>I don't know why it happened that on this occasion I was more than ever struck with that queer air of sociability, of the cousinship and family life, which makes up half the expression of Venice. Without streets and vehicles, the uproar of wheels, the brutality of horses, and with its little winding ways where people crowd together, where voices sound as in the corridors of a house, where the human step circulates as if it skirted the angles of furniture and shoes never wear out, the place has the character of an immense collective apartment, in which Piazza San Marco is the most ornamented corner, and palaces and churches for the rest, play the part of great divans of repose, tables of entertainment, expanses of decoration.</em></div>
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Such a drastic change in my opinion of him I have that I'm almost embarassed! Has this every happened to you? Nevertheless, I recommend you read this lovely gem, and if you are going to Venice in the future I would read it while you are there. It's an enchanting place and James really captures it perfectly.</div>
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A week ago I was waving goodbye to my family as they cruised down the Grand Canal on a water taxi. My dad stood up, turn around and waved one more time as I stood at the embankment near San Stae. Probably one of the most dramatic partings of my life, but fitting for our family trip throughout Italy. We laughed, ate well, I translated until my head hurt, we enjoyed ourselves, laughed at each others jokes, and while driving my sister and I discovered we know every word to more than a few Carly Simon songs.</div>
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Throughout the trip I couldn't help thinking that I've lived here for seven months and really I've seen nothing! But even the Italians feel the same. Every tiny town, every village, every castle is unique and filled with history and it's own set of stories. I've made it my goal to do some more exploring...I haven't even made the lightest scratch of the surface.</div>
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</div>DMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15435206223622005832noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907402354452907168.post-26625608604289828792012-04-02T09:16:00.001-04:002012-04-02T09:17:08.739-04:00The Enchanted April<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHZRVZ5bB9KbmQptE9Cv3BsUhZvrvlrUzxtbYAfVHnkTQCj64uUObzGveZ1YupmrTeS5xcSJy6JoyaOedFN0SwmNORzRK0Dt5ZzUMfewdBs2hKUxWH3OZwKNkIBG0VBz2BKGA_I4CZaU/s1600/tumblr_m1pdieVnAP1qz8ml4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHZRVZ5bB9KbmQptE9Cv3BsUhZvrvlrUzxtbYAfVHnkTQCj64uUObzGveZ1YupmrTeS5xcSJy6JoyaOedFN0SwmNORzRK0Dt5ZzUMfewdBs2hKUxWH3OZwKNkIBG0VBz2BKGA_I4CZaU/s1600/tumblr_m1pdieVnAP1qz8ml4o1_500.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Have I titled one of my blogposts with this same name? I believe so...I digress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The family arrives in just hours, and I'm busy making preparations. All very Emma Recchi of me hustling from here to there, although scrubbing the shower and floor, would probably be below her. My apartment's as shiny as the top of the Chrysler Building! I hope to spend our time together like in the book <em>The Enchanted April, </em>under wisteria (see above), climbing endless hills, exploring towns (<em>hopefully</em>) less traveled, and nibbling on fegato.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The weather report seems more optomistic than previously reported and if I have anything to do with it, will surely prove to be gorgeous!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I''ll see you all in a few weeks, loaded down with photos and stories of vineyards, ancient monasteries, and white sneakers. Now I'm off to make that Bolognese, need to feed the creatures <em>something</em>!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Where in the world have you been?! Don't you care about us anymore!?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Of course I do and even if I wish I spent this last (gulp) month in the room above, I was in reality just busy with work studying and daily life. I also recieved about 400 bills in five days, so it was touch and go for a bit. Enough about me...How are <em>you</em>!!?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wouldn't you love to lock yourself in the room above for a month with a steady supply of tea and see what happens? I'm sure you'd discover some spectacular things.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This past month I haven't read so much as I've been tryingto finish my<em> first</em> Italian book cover to cover. When I finished it on the train yesterday I was ready I was ready for a marching band to go off, but alas! no such thing happened. I also discovered Gianricco Carofiglio isn't my favorite writter (of the "gialli" or mystery varietal) and found myself learning how to say things like 'ooze' 'stab' 'gash' etc etc, but it feels like an accomplishment nonetheless.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My parents, sister, brother, aunt and uncle are all coming next week and I'm so excited I can't even breath. We're going to Tuscany and as I haven't really explored the country I've been living in for six months now, I'm even more thrilled!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Have you ever read a book in another language? Could you understand all of it? Was there a technique you used whilst reading it? I'm so curious!! </div><div align="center"></div>DMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15435206223622005832noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907402354452907168.post-71425559985491779552012-03-05T05:48:00.002-05:002012-03-05T05:58:50.251-05:00O'Mast<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16443611?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://vimeo.com/16443611">O'MAST</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user5120965">Kid Dandy</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I have to test my students and I can see they are so nervous they look like they're about to pass out, I like to ask where their favorite place is in Italy, and to describe it to me. Answers of course vary greatly, but many say Naples. Yet Naples is like Venice, some people love it and some absolutely hate it, and if I'm testing two at once, it's happened where a great debate over it's pros and cons transpires.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In my opinion it seems like a fascinating place, I've heard you can walk down one street and feel like you're in the Middle East and the next a boulevard of Paris. The Neapolitans are definitely the friendliest, funniest (they never want to speak English during lessons) and all miss their home city terribly. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I found this clip, from the documentary <em>O'Mast</em> about tailors of Naples by<a href="http://www.gianlucamigliarotti.com/"> Gianluca Migliarotti</a>, a few weeks back at the lovely <a href="http://www.foxandflyte.com/journal">Fox and Flyte</a> blog and it has me yearning for a trip down the coast. And not to sound too Milanese, but I really can barely understand what they are saying. Let's go this summer, shall we?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>DMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15435206223622005832noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907402354452907168.post-43299562424422891582012-03-01T05:46:00.000-05:002012-03-01T05:46:58.977-05:00Be the ocean, where I unravel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVQ3VIg-1kT-dKkAc5usV9pE7cn8TyBcELaAvdXTW23ngw3qJ9yAF-r4boKbi5oLk_M_hUUZC-b3iO5CKM2Rzvqmv2Cw1GsuzNkZm_mnpJnbKLoTv0fEn5ZFr861A36pQ2gIw2xvLuSU/s1600/gent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVQ3VIg-1kT-dKkAc5usV9pE7cn8TyBcELaAvdXTW23ngw3qJ9yAF-r4boKbi5oLk_M_hUUZC-b3iO5CKM2Rzvqmv2Cw1GsuzNkZm_mnpJnbKLoTv0fEn5ZFr861A36pQ2gIw2xvLuSU/s1600/gent.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm sure all ten of you loyal readers are wondering where I've been, and I can tell you it's pained me to be separated from you! My neighbor who's wi-fi I've been using for the last five months seemed to have discovered my clandestine activity and restricted his 'donation' of service so I had to go and get my own internet set-up...and since this is Italy, a month has gone by! Quelle nightmare!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I believe where I left you I was freezing to death, wondering where the next meal would come from and dying of TB? Thankfully all is better now, and I've just returned from a lovely trip to visit friends in Belgium. I've read a few books, two of which are totally out of my normal reading radar but wonderful nonetheless. <em>Things Fall Apart</em> is the Nigerian masterpiece by Chinua Achebe, a portrayal of tribal life at the time when the missionary's first arrived in Africa. A tragic pageturner. I found<em> A Thousand Splendid Suns</em> in my school library and picked it up rather half-heartedly...The next thing I new I was missing trainstops left and right, not answering my phone, and coming this close to calling out of work! Gorgeous! And I had a good cry on the plane to Brussels, not even caring that the man next to me was<em> incredibly</em> uncomfortable!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I must say I love Belgium! After six months in noisy, chaotic and confusing Italy, it was a pleasant change to visit tranquil, well-designed and clean Belgium. Everyone's house looks like it belongs in a design magazine and the food is amazing. There is also a strong vibe of melancholia with its grey sky and Gothic architecture which was just what I needed. Being there you can really see why Dries van Noten, Ann Demeulemeester, Raf Simons and Axel Vervoordt are such creative geniuses.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We also went to the sea, something I haven't seen in five months. As someone who, grew up seeing it about five or six times a day, it has been torture to be separated. When we reunited my chest was pounding, my heart was soaring, tears were streaming (maybe from the wind)...I was all verklempt!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Some people make things up and then end up believing them. My older brother is one. Some can will something to happen, and within a short period of time, it happens. A few times it's happened to me although I don't really believe I had anything to do with it. Other people make up crazy stories and as the actions are created in their mind, they are happening in front of their eyes. Such is the case with Norman.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Norman is the protagonist of the novel <em>Miss Hargreaves</em> by Frank Baker, and along with his friend Henry creates an older lady named Miss Hargreaves. The two of them were on vacation in Ulster and created her in the spur of the moment to pull the leg of a sexton. Many details were added to their 'little' lie, and much to their surprise, along came Miss Hargreaves in the flesh to their town.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">A little bit <em>Pygmalion</em>, a little bit <em>Frankenstein</em>, with a splash of magical realism, this book was so much better than I'd expected! I had heard of it several times from Simon at <a href="http://stuck-in-a-book.blogspot.com/">Stuck in a Book</a>, and actually bought the book more than a year ago, but it wasn't until I moved here, and brought it along in one of my steamtrunks that I took the time to read it. Something I regret now! In his review he mentions there isn't a dull moment and he's absolutely write. When you think of the premise, you wonder how will this excite me for 317 pages, but excite me it did! I was moved, felt agony, happiness, sorrow and wanted more. It begs the question: What would happen if one of your false stories came true?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I also love a good story about someone not quite on their rocker. Look at the only five films I brought with me over here, films I can watch over and over again: <em>The Hours, Bright Young Things, Amelie, Grey Gardens</em> and <em>Strangers with Candy...</em>if you have a similar love of people who find it difficult to make a distinct line between the real and the immaginary, I think you will love this book as much as I did.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">And how about a clip, one that never gets old, that I like to watch at least once a month?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have an American friend, who's married to an Italian and strategically lives in Como. When both of us feel that need to speak with our own kind we seek each other out. She lived in Vermont and was born in Long Island so we're practically kin! We get together, drop our R's, say things like 'dude' (not really), and complain. It's a lot of fun! The fact that she's 50-something makes it even better! I digress...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went to visit her on Friday and Como was also in Dr. Zhivago-mode. Stunning! It didn't even look like the same place I visited a few weeks earlier. I was ready for Laura to whip around a corner in a sleigh any second!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>DMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15435206223622005832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907402354452907168.post-20427810183650639902012-02-02T17:49:00.000-05:002012-02-02T17:49:34.432-05:00Milan, Siberian-style<div align="center">We're in the middle of a weather system that has brought wind, freezing temperatures and snow from Siberia. I couldn't be happier! The past few days have beeen lovely with a constant light snow. Today Milan was especially beautiful, blanketed in a few inches of fresh snow as the sun decided to peak out. I almost always forget my camera but have been making an effort to bring it along always...so I can catch moments like this of the snow-line Santa Maria delle Grazie, the gorgeous 15th century church that houses Da Vinci's 'Last Supper' and the stereotypical Milanese on his phone.</div><div align="center"><br />
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<div align="center">One of the things that fascinates me about Italy (or really Europe in general) is that if one travels two and a half hours one finds a new culture, language, cuisine and people within ones own country. If I traveled two and a half hours from Rhode Island I'd be in New York, or maybe New Hampshire, but the people I'd find on the other side of the journey would pretty much be the same as the ones I from the beginning. If I traveled eight hours I'd be in Maine, and although they'd probably be dropping a few more R's than I would, we'd still be of the same womb. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Not so in Italy. Travelling two and half hours from Milan I find myself in Madonna di Campiglio, in Trentino Alto-Adige. The people look more German and sound different, an almost sing-song accented dialect, eat unique cheeses and speck from their valley, enjoy porcini mushrooms straight from the wood tossed with fatto-in-casa tagliatelle, and need I mention how different the landscape is from the smoggy plane of Milan? The snow-capped peaks jut straight into the heavens from already gigantic mountains. The air smells of pine and wood smoke. The overall effect is breathtaking. <br />
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I stayed with some friends there (over a <em>month </em>ago...I need to get better at uploading photos) that are 100 percent Trentini...who also cannot speak any English, which really put my language skills to the test. If your learning a language and find yourself at that plateau I was talking about, I recommend staying a week with someone who cannot speak your language. After an afternoon I felt myself improved, and after three days like I'd made a breakthrough! I digress.<br />
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Our days were spent exploring churches with pagan origins high up on wooded cliffs over looking peaks and valleys, admiring their frescoes that had survived more than a thousand years...<br />
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visiting waterfalls frozen over during the winter months...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">strolling down the chic streets of Madonna di Campiglio, where every Milanese would-be skiier is in head-to-toe Moncler (commencing eye roll sequence)...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and the best part, climbing the peaks in knee deep snow, on a day that was perfectly beautiful, ending the day with a local brew and sunburn!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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That's Maurizio, our friend and guide. A former professional Alpine skiier, who climbed in a T-shirt and was pretty much always half a mile ahead of us.<br />
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As you can see there wasn't much snow, but now I hear the mountains are full of it and I'm itching to make a quick drive up there for some skiing! How lucky the Italians are!<br />
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