Book Review: Under the Tuscan Sun: At home in Italy
By Frances Mayes
Memoir, hardbound, 280 pages
I
believe there is no review on this 1996 book without mention of the
film version. I, for one, have seen the film first starring Diane
Lane before I read this book. Thus, I am setting the record straight
here: they have different storyline although the house is the
gravitating factor in both. Of course, I have to mention that the
film is inspired by the book.
Mayes
said that her book came out from the notes she has taken down and
mementos she had saved for four years when she and her husband
purchased the Bramasole (To yearn for sun) property in Cortona,
Italy.
As I
go on with the book, I wished for a map of the whole Tuscany to at
least understand the route taken by the writer and a sort of map of
the Cortona town. Thanks to google, I had clearer picture while
reading the book. Tuscany is an Italian central region with Florence
as its capital province while Cortona is a town in Arezzo province. I
can say with confidence now that the Tuscan sun shines through many
provinces. As for the Cortona town as well as its neighboring towns,
the writer’s narration could have been best appreciated with
illustrated maps or something. At any rate, I shift back and forth
from book to google to imagine the locations in the story; I can only
imagine that earlier readers of this book open real maps.
I love
the fact that Mayes has an eagle eye for details which can only be
attained by religiously keeping a journal. But she has no poetic
rhythm in her story telling. It is like facts being woven to form a
story. While I love her for her passion, I cannot feel her as she
tells me about it. I almost gave up halfway through the book (the
restoration details did not deserve that length) but that was about
when the house renovation and restoration details were done. Mayes
has the literary technique but she has the want of charisma. If it is
not for my genuine interest on Tuscany (perhaps brought about by the
film’s visual representation), cooking, and fresh produce, I would
have given up.
Half-way
through her storytelling till the end, Mayes shared her intimate
thoughts on travelling and religion, as well as her recipes. While
she bared her intimate thoughts to her readers, she seems not
endearing still. I want to really like her as a writer but I can only
simply conclude that while in real life she might be a magnet, as a
writer she simply lacks it.
To
prove it, I finished the book but I was not compelled to look for a
colored pen to highlight a passage! For me, the shining moments of
the memoir are not major but only contributed to the overall charm
the book had on me such as when she was making her private thoughts on
Etruscan cemetery, on Catholicism, on the Italian tradition of la
passeggiata and siesta as well as while she introduces her recipe.
Another
salvation the book had is when Mayes peppered her memoir with Italian
terms along the way with ready translation as well as she salted it
with many poems and quotes in enough proportions.
After
reading her book on her quests in buying the property in another
continent, restoring and renovating it for years and her shuttling
back and forth from America to Italy, I can only surmise her
financial freedom. She is a university professor in America and now a
writer after the book was out. She must be born rich for having their
own cook in her parent’s house in Georgia and her own seamstress!
And as
for me now that I finished the book, I can say that my cooking class
in Tuscany is still just a dream. In the meantime (and this is not
sourgraping), I shall make sure that my Tuscan Sun shine bright where I am right now. This same personal yearning for the foreign sun, I guess, is the reason why this book deserved many republication!
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