Renato's Luck: A Novel

Renato's Luck: A Novel

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by Jeff Shapiro
     
 

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Renato Tizzoni, a waterworks man in the beautiful Tuscan village of Sant'Angelo D'Asso, has an infectious zest for life. But recently his rich and vibrant world has lost its piquancy. His best friend has died; his lovestruck teenaged daughter has become a sullen stranger; and even his passionate marriage is showing signs of cooling. To make matters worse, his

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Renato Tizzoni, a waterworks man in the beautiful Tuscan village of Sant'Angelo D'Asso, has an infectious zest for life. But recently his rich and vibrant world has lost its piquancy. His best friend has died; his lovestruck teenaged daughter has become a sullen stranger; and even his passionate marriage is showing signs of cooling. To make matters worse, his beloved town is about to change dramatically. Prompted by a dream, Renato resolves to rediscover the flavor of life through a trip to Rome. But his fellow townspeople want in on the journey, and before long, Renato finds himself at the Vatican on behalf of all of them. There, as luck would have it, he finds a way to save his marriage, his family, and even his village.

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Barnes & Noble Guide to New Fiction
Renato Tuscani, a native of sensuously beautiful Tuscany and the waterworks man for the picturesque village of Sant'Angelo d'Asso, has an infectious zest for life. But when his vibrant world loses its piquancy, Renato, prompted by a dream, tries to rediscover the flavor in life through a personal mission that sends him on a journey to the Vatican. "Thoughtful, passionate, and gripping." "A wonderful book. If you liked Under the Tuscan Sun and A Year in Provence, this is a book for you." "Shapiro paints an awesome picture of life. I definitely will recommend this book."
Los Angeles Times
Renato's Luck gathers homespun wisdom, offering some earthy insights into life's unsettling gyrations.
Carrie Brown
Bravo for Jeff Shapiro! Renato Tizzoni is a prince among men and Sant' Angelo D'Asso sounds like heaven on earth. Renato's Luck is a dream of a book'warm, wise, full of heart, and an absolute pleasure from beginning to end.
Susan Vreeland
Jeff Shapiro's tale of Renato's Luck embodies the power of rebirth'for Renato the waterworks man, for his family, his small Tuscan town of Sant' Angelo D'Asso threatened with extinction, and what's more for the reader. Tender humor, pathos, touching despair, and resurgent hope abide in these simple, wise people whom you can't help but love, all of them fitting neatly into a lovely read, fresh and bubbling over with the spirit of caring'as if Shapiro had signed it, �Affectionately Yours.�(
Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
With his sharp attention to detail and his ability to quickly engage us with his character's personal dialogues on meaty subjects such as love, death and the quest for spiritual understanding, [Jeff] Shapiro has delivered a charming novel that unfold with the vividness of a richly produced foreign film.
BookBrowser
Renato's Luck is a sweet and engaging tale.
Jean Salvadore
This is a delightful book. Jeff Shapiro has wonderfully captured the true essence of the Tuscan spirit.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
It is the worst of times for Renato Tizzoni, waterworks man of the almost-too-charming Tuscan town of Sant' Angelo D'Asso and protagonist of Shapiro's engaging first novel. Tizzoni's surrogate father has just died, and his teenaged daughter, the petulant Petula, is wrapped up in her boyfriend, Daniele, of the ill-mannered Mangiavacchi family. Tizzoni seems to have lost his zest for life and, worst of all, the town he has lived all his days is slated to become a reservoir when the nearby river is dammed up to follow a government plan for irrigating local soil. By interpreting a series of vivid dreams featuring a floating hand that points him to treasure, Tizzoni decides that he must travel to Rome to shake hands with the pope while touching his behind with his other hand, thereby initiating a chain reaction leading to a stroke of luck, or "stroke of ass" ("colpo di culo" in Italian slang). As he looks around him and sees the dissatisfaction of his fellow townspeople, he adds their names and dreams to a list he keeps in his back pocket and plans to touch during the fateful handshake. Word of his scheme spreads throughout the small community, and the locals band together to see him off on his venture to improve their collective future. Shapiro's penchant for describing the picturesque quaintness of the town and its inhabitants threatens to drown the story in the fond nostalgia of travelogues. But as the plot develops and the strong voices of interesting characters--including Duncan, Tizzoni's American friend, and Il Piccino, the midget who runs the newspaper stand--are introduced, the reader is drawn into the story and waits eagerly to discover how the fates of the townspeople will change with Tizzoni's "stroke of ass." (Apr.) FYI: Shapiro teaches English in Tuscany. Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780060932190
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
07/28/2001
Series:
Harper Perennial
Edition description:
1ST PERENN
Pages:
352
Product dimensions:
5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.80(d)

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One
Daybreak and the Sheep

Dawn.

The coldness outdoors this morning woke up Renato's brain.

September. Yes, here was a good time of day, a good time of year. In fact, it was Renato Tizzoni's favorite time of year. Autumn was a season of brisk transition.

Renato's work boots clomped down the stone steps in front of his house. The sky was brightening from deep blue to the start of sunlight, pushing stars away. But the air was still dark and chilly inside the courtyard. Renato crossed the courtyard and stopped at the well.

The bucket he lowered into the well disappeared quickly in the blackness. He heard the splash, low and far away. When he hoisted the bucket back up, the metal of the pulley squeaked.

Inside their stall across the courtyard, the sheep heard Renato and responded with impatient movements. One of the sheep had a bell tied around her neck. The bell clank-te-clanked. One sheep went be-e-eh.

�A little patience, please!� Renato told the sheep, talking to the closed wooden door of their stall.

He set the dripping bucket on the ledge of the well and, leaning forward, washed his face with cold handfuls of water.

Renato was the waterworks man for the township of Sant'Angelo D'Asso. It was up to him to make sure that every home always had water. All the same, each morning he splashed himself awake not with the town's water that came through his house's pipes but with the earth's own water, pulleyed up from the courtyard well. Every morning, every season. If you asked him why his first touch of water every day should come from the well, he wouldn't have known how to answer. Who needs toexplain? Well water was part of his every dawn. One of the little things that gave life its taste.

An orange cat lived in the courtyard and in the sheep stalls and in the cellar under the house. The cat policed the mice around the place. He and Renato liked each other. The cat rubbed himself against Renato's ankles now while Renato rinsed his face with well water another time. Renato said, �Micio,� for no one had ever thought to give the cat a name other than the word �kitten.� He bent over and stroked the cat above the nose, just between the eyes. The cat closed his eyes and purred. �Micio,� Renato said.

He walked across the courtyard to open the door for the sheep.

The four sheep pushed one another out of the stall like passengers getting off a hot bus in summer. Four were enough to give Renato the satisfaction of keeping sheep: He made pecorino cheese from their milk. The cheese was at its best, according to his tastebuds, when it was neither too mature nor too fresh. He liked it semi-stagionato, halfway aged, solid yet not hard, salty and tangy in the mouth. Four was the right number for sheep because once you had too many you became a shepherd whether you meant to or not. Renato's little flock was manageable.

Rushing out of their stall this morning, the four stirred up commotion. They bleated. They bumped into one another. Under them, udders bobbed. Hooves tapped on the stones of the courtyard.

Renato went into the stall, the air in there warm with sheep body smells, and made the milking corner ready. He righted the stool and put the metal milking pot on the ground. From a hook on the wall he took down the plastic feed pail. In the adjacent storeroom he filled the feed pail from a sack of grain. Beside the sack were some branches that he had cut from his olive trees. For the sheep, nibbling on olive leaves was a treat.

It was dark in the feed room, but Renato didn't need light to help him fill the feed pail. His hands knew what to do in the same way that his hands didn't need light to touch his wife's body in the dark. The hands knew what was where.

In the stall, Renato settled himself on the milking stool. The feed pail to his left, the milking pot in front of his work boots, Renato scratched his beard. �Ready!� he said.

The first sheep trotted back inside the stall, her bell clanking. She was a character, the first sheep. She was braver than the others, though bravery never amounted to very much in sheep. Renato didn't exactly have a name for the first sheep, or for any of them. He called them by their numbers — la Prima, la Seconda, la Terza, la Quarta — because that was the order they had chosen for themselves. Every morning and evening the spirited Prima was always the first to come into the stall to be milked. The four sheep knew their order as if they knew their own natures.

Prima was a character, all right. Wide-eyed curiosity set her apart from the others. If Renato ever had to be a sheep, he would probably be this one.She put her mouth straight in the feed pail and started to chew, her flank leaning against Renato's knees. He took her udder with his right hand and squeezed with an undulating upward coax. Milk squirted into the pail. The sheep chewed.

When Renato finished, he slapped Prima on her rump. She ran out into the courtyard through the open door.

�Seconda!� Renato called, and, when he had finished with her, �Terza!� The second and the third were creatures of the flock. They gave birth, gave milk, gave wool, chewed grass, and stayed with the others. They never distinguished themselves in life. When they died someday, Renato wouldn't revisit either of them with a nostalgic thought.

The fourth set herself apart, but not with the courage of the first. To the contrary. She was delicate in build. And...

Meet the Author

Jeff Shapiro is an American who moved to Italy in 1991. He writes for travel magazines and works as an English instructor in the Tuscany region.

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Renato's Luck: A Novel 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a genuinely original and charming story of life in a small village. The characters are all unique especially the main character Renato. You understand his integrity and his plight and really hope that all turns out well for these wonderful people.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Sweet, charming and a change from all the intense stuff around. A tad long, but a nice warm fuzzie read. I just think that the protagonist was a bit young for a mid life crisis.