Un Amico Italiano: Eat, Pray, Love in Romeby Luca Spaghetti
When Luca Spaghetti (yes, that's really his name) was asked to show a writer named Elizabeth Gilbert around Rome, he had no idea how his life was about to change. She embraced his Roman/b>
"Luca Spaghetti is not only one of my favorite people in the world, but also a natural-born storyteller. . . . This [is a] marvelous book." -Elizabeth Gilbert
When Luca Spaghetti (yes, that's really his name) was asked to show a writer named Elizabeth Gilbert around Rome, he had no idea how his life was about to change. She embraced his Roman ebullience, and Luca in turn became her guardian angel, determined that his city would help Liz out of her funk.
Filled with colorful anecdotes about food, language, soccer, daily life in Rome, and Luca's own fish-out-of-water moments as a visitor to the United States-and culminating with the episodes in Liz's bestselling memoir, told from Luca's side of the table-Un Amico Italiano is a book that no fan of Eat, Pray, Love will want to miss.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
A Roman tax accountant befriends a heartbroken American journalist with heartwarming results.
In 2003, when Eat Pray Love author Elizabeth Gilbert nursed a broken heart with a triple-destination journey abroad, her first stop was Rome, where a mutual friend surmised that she and Spaghetti (his real name) would hit it off. Spaghetti's endearing three-part narrative begins with his colorful Italian childhood, wrestling with a surname that begged for mockery and nurturing a love for professional soccer and folk music (James Taylor). He then details time spent immersed in American culture during a "dream" trip to Manhattan and a lengthy but magical cross-country excursion to the California coast by train in 1995. The final section chronicles his "extraordinary" friendship with Gilbert in Rome. An accommodating host, Spaghetti enriched Gilbert's three-month stay by steeping her in Italian culture as they toured Rome "inch by inch" on a scooter. Gilbert's easy smile and big-hearted compassion was returned by Spaghetti, who brought folkloric history, breathtaking scenery and a love of spectator sports and food to the table, especially dramatic descriptions (recipes and glossary included) of traditional "fettuccine al ragu" and 190-proof homemade limoncello, which could "cut your legs off at the knees after your second tiny glassful." Part memoir, part informative guidebook, Spaghetti's anecdotes are plentiful and immensely entertaining. He shares his "personal pasta ranking system," in which "rebellious" bucatini earns first place but proves a "natural sauce catapult," notes the ever-present "mocking, humorous tone" of the typical Roman personality and demonstrates an uncanny ability to present classic Italian landmarks and histories with the charm and passion of a seasoned tour guide. The author's literary voice is undeniably warm and welcoming as both friends engaged in a cross-cultural exchange—a "different kind of love" that has been fondly immortalized in Gilbert's bestselling book.
An enticing entrée of sweet amity and savory memories.
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Meet the Author
Luca Spaghetti was born and lives in Rome. He loves Roman cooking, American music, and the Lazio soccer team. This is his first book.
Antony Shugaar is a writer and translator. Among his recent translations is Sandokan by Nanni Balestrini, for which he was awarded a 2007 NEA translation fellowship.
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[ Set sometime during WWII. I'm sorry if I get OOC (Out Of Character); it's my first Hetalia Fanfic. ] <p> You blinked your (e/c) eyes against the driving Northern winds, your (h/l), (h/c) hair whipping across your brow. Every step sent a sharp spike of pain through your leg, making you lean heavily against your gun. <p> You had been wandering for at least an hour now, shot in the leg and knocked unconscious; left behind by your troop; and now behind enemy lines. <p> You searched in vain for signs of human life. Even the enemy would have been good right now! <p> With a resigned sign, you limped into an abandoned village, cobblestone littering the pock-marked streets. The broken windows of dark buildings glared eerily at you, only dampening your already-rock-bottom spirits. <p> Your boot caught on a piece of rubble, making you stumble. A fresh wave of agony lanced up your injured leg, almost forcing you to unconsciousness. <p> You gritted your teeth and stumbled into a half-decent looking house. You bareky made it to the splintered, dusty table before you fell forward, your gun falling from your grasp. Pain racked your muscles before darkness claimed you. <p> ~~~ <p> You jolted awake to the sound of a chittery voice. Groggily, you rubbed the powdery mortar from your (e/c) eyes and scrambled into a sitting position. <p> Your head pounded in protest at the sudden movements, but you forced yourself to grab your gun from where it lay. <p> Silently as possible, you readied the gun, holding it to your chest defensively. <p> A light-brown haired man became visible, and he appeared to be talking to a small, fluffy gray cat which pranced at his side, mrrowing as he spoke. <p> Your mouth twisted in a half-smile but you hid it, shouting hoarsely at the man, your (Your Nationality) accent tainting your words. "Hold it!" <p> The man whipped around, nearly leaping three feet in the air; the cat took off at the sudden noise. Now that the man faced you, you could see a strange hair curling from side of his head. <p> The sight almost made you laugh, but you held it down. Putting on a fierce scowl, you pointed your gun at his chest. "Who are you?" <p> Instantly, the man started bawling, mumbling nonsense that sounded vaguelu Italian. Italian meant an enemy. . . <p> ~ NRM [ Tada. Hope it's good. ^-^ ]
I read this and i thought it was ok,but i would have expected more from a book that was talking on his side of the experience.