A new historical novel from Pamela Schoenewaldt, the USA Today bestselling author of When We Were Strangers.
Italy, 1905. Fourteen-year-old Lucia and her young mother, Teresa, are servants in a magnificent villa on the Bay of Naples, where Teresa soothes their unhappy mistress with song. But volatile tempers force them to flee, exchanging their warm, gilded cage for the cold winds off Lake Erie and Cleveland's restless immigrant quarters.
With a voice as soaring and varied as her moods, Teresa transforms herself into the Naples Nightingale on the vaudeville circuit. Clever and hardworking, Lucia blossoms in school until her mother's demons return, fracturing Lucia's dreams.
Yet Lucia is not alone in her struggle for a better life. All around her, friends and neighbors, new Americans, are demanding decent wages and working conditions. Lucia joins their battle, confronting risks and opportunities that will transform her and her world in ways she never imagined.
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About the Author
Pamela Schoenewaldt is the USA Today bestselling author of When We Were Strangers and Swimming in the Moon. Her short stories have appeared in literary magazines in England, France, Italy, and the United States. She taught writing for the University of Maryland, European Division, and the University of Tennessee.
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Swimming in the Moon
By Pamela Schoenewaldt
HarperCollins PublishersCopyright © 2013 Pamela Schoenewaldt
All rights reserved.
Singing to Vesuvius
I spend hours in trains now or shivering in borrowed Model Ts, bounc-
ing down rutted roads between towns strewn like rocks across frozen
fields. I wash in sinks and eat at roadside stands or from china plates,
served by ladies with more wealth hung on their bodies than I'll ever
hold. I speak in parlors and parks, taverns, churches, and drafty union
halls in the great Midwest. I can't go home to Cleveland yet. “Believe
me. You can win,” I tell those whose bodies are deformed by long hours
in factories and mills. My voice grows ragged and rough, harsh as a
crow's. Who would guess my mother was the Naples Nightingale?
I ask for water, clear my throat, and say: “This is 1913. Your lives
can change. Think of your children.” Workers stare, disbelieving. When
their doubts claw me, I hear my mother whisper: “Lucia, even crows
must breathe.” So I take a breath, plant my feet as singers do, and go on.
When women kiss and thank me and men's work- roughed hands press
mine, then the torments of this path, the jail slabs where I've slept, the
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betrayal of friends, and the ache for those abused when I'd sworn they'd
be safe, all these things have their purpose.
If our maps show rivers, lakes, or canals, I ask to see them, even
when the shallows reek and oil slicks the water. I stand on shorelines
and feel my body easing after so many hours of work. Inside laced shoes,
my feet are bare again. I'm wading in the Bay of Naples, that warm scoop
of blue held in a green embrace, watching the bright bob of fishing boats
and hearing peddlers' cries. It's my last summer in Italy, and I'm still
Lucia Esposito, passing out of childhood and content enough with my
life. Mamma and I are servants to Contessa Elisabetta Monforte in her
rosy villa that juts into the bay. I was born in the kitchen and never in
my fourteen years slept anywhere but on a narrow cot with Mamma.
Where else would I go? Lemon, orange, fig, and golden plum trees
filled the orchard. Lilacs and bougainvillea climbed our walls. On Sun-
day afternoons, our half- days off, we took bread and wine to the great
flat rock turned like a stage to the cone of Vesuvius. If Nannina, the
cook, was in good humor, we'd have chunks of cheese and earthen
bowls of pasta with beans. Tomatoes and sweet peppers that birds had
nibbled were ours. Ripe lemons dropped from trees; we scooped them
in our skirts.
“I saw lemons at the fruit market,” says a young man from the union
“Were they as big as two fists, with dimpled skin?” I ask. “Heavy as
melons and nearly as sweet? Were the skins warm from the sun and the
flesh inside cool as a sea breeze?”
“No,” he admits, “nothing like that.”
It would be hot on those afternoons along the bay, but not the
heavy, coal- thick heat of American cities. Summer in Naples brought a
soft, wrapping warmth. Our linen shifts, thin with age and damp with
sweat, pressed like veils against our bodies. Mamma was beautiful at
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twenty- eight, with gentle curves, creamy skin, almond eyes, and waves
of tumbling glossy black hair. Young men with baskets of mussels cut
from the cliffs of Posillipo rowed by our rock, calling: “Come out with
us, Teresa. You can bring your sister if you want.”
She ignored them or answered back so brusquely that once I asked
if it was a mussel diver who had pushed her into the seaweed when she
was just fourteen and made her pregnant with me. “No, it was someone
from a costume ball. The bastard wore a mask.”
“Sing to me,” I'd beg in times like these, when anger darkened her
face and her body shook. Then she'd turn toward Vesuvius, the brood-
ing mound she loved so much, and sing “Maria MarÃ?,” “Santa Lucia,”
or “SÃ?, mi chiamano MimÃ?” from La BohÃ me, her favorite opera. She'd
soften as she sang, letting me unpin her hair, wind it into braids and
loops or loosen it across her back. In my earliest memory, I'm plunging
my small hands into that silky mass and drawing them up like dolphins
from the dark waves.
On those Sunday afternoons, children played on jetties, fishermen
mended their nets, and lovers nestled between rocks. All were en-
chanted by her voice soaring and dipping like a seabird, weightless as
wind. I leaned against her shoulder. She held me close, our skin melted
together, and she was all that I needed.
I never saw signs that her mind was so fragile, or else I read them
wrong. Her sudden rages, the precious porcelain figurines that slipped
from her hands by seeming accident to smash on marble floors, the
count's threats to send us both away, and tense conferences between
Contessa Elisabetta and Paolo, the majordomo, were the familiar tex-
ture of my days. What did I know of other mothers? Only now, looking
back, do these signs speak to me as clearly as black woolen clouds over
cornfields tell of coming rain.
If I thought of my future in those days, I imagined us both in ser vice
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to an aging countess. “Lucia, if you read and do sums, you could man-
age a great house when you're grown,” Paolo said once when we were
alone. A wide smile cracked the solemn face he wore in public rooms,
and I was thrilled. But what would Mamma do without me? No, I'd stay
in the villa forever.
What would I do without the rock of Paolo's steady watching out
for us? Once I mused aloud how sweet our lives would be if he were
my father. Mamma and I were dusting the sitting room perfumed with
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
In the past, historical fiction hasn't been a genre I actively seek out. Swimming in the Moon is exactly the kind of novel that is changing that for me. History is told as a natural part of the story thanks to vivid settings and interesting, relatable characters. This novel is chock full of topics: an immigrant story, coming of age, poverty, women's rights, the way mental illness was treated at the turn of the 20th century, labor unions and workers rights. I read Swimming in the Moon over Labor Day weekend, not knowing that a huge chunk of the story would focus on the struggle for worker's rights. Its insights and the empathy fostered by the story gave me a new appreciation for the holiday. I loved the writing in the beginning of the book, during Lucia and Teresa's time in Naples. The prose was just lovely, the kind of writing that catches your breath. Once Lucia and Teresa came to America, though, it started to read more like a young adult novel. I'm not sure if this was due to the first person narrative, or because the book covered so much that it couldn't help but hurry along. This wasn't necessarily a bad shift; it certainly made for a page turner! But I kind of missed the slower-paced beauty of those opening chapters. Swimming in the Moon is rich, its scope ambitious. I connected with the characters and loved learning more about life in the very early 1900's. This is a great choice for reading groups - there is much that encourages further discussion. I received a copy of this book from the publisher via TLC Book Tours in exchange for an honest review. I did not receive any other compensation for this review.
An Incredible Book!! This story has so many layers, in-depth characters, and the storyline unfolds in a way that really makes the reader connected to each character. Teresa is a single mother, with her dreams of becoming a famous singer, but stifled as a servant. Teresa is such a fascinating, yet sad character, plagued with mental illness that impacts her role as worker and mother. Lucia is a young girl, with an old soul, who takes on the responsibility of taking care of her mother. As their journey takes them to America, Pamela brings such a raw and open view to the struggle immigrants faced, the challenges of learning a foreign language, and assimilating into a culture that isn’t very accepting of foreigners. Told in such vivid detail, the scenes are quite dynamic and the reader will identify with different parts of the story, regardless of his/her own family history. Pamela covers so many topics: mental illness, single motherhood, women’s rights, immigration issues, abuse, worker’s rights, women’s rights, and self-empowerment. There were many times that I simply had to put the book down and cry. While the book is fiction, there were some incidents that truly did happen, and it simply took my breath away. If readers have read Pamela’s first book, When We Were Strangers, they will love that Lula has a role in this book!! Lula is the “wise woman” in the book and is a mother figure for Lucia. While the book doesn’t cover racism in the way Americans know it to be (black vs. white), it was quite interesting to read about the way immigrants from different countries viewed each other, and the lack of trust they had for one another based on what they heard in their communities. The stereotypes and ignorance truly impacted relationships and kept people from uniting, until they had a similar cause: worker’s rights, later-women’s rights. While the book covers many issues, the story doesn’t get bogged down with too much information, nor does it dilute the relationships developed between characters. Told through Lucia’s point of view, it is quite interesting to see that as she grows, the decisions she makes reflect her maturity. In the beginning, she simply wants safety and to be with her mother. As she grows up, she begins to realize her own dreams and works towards accomplishing those. Then, as an adult, she realizes her dreams are bigger and aren’t just about herself. This is simply an exceptional story, and the discussions would be endless in a classroom setting, book club, between friends over coffee, or even amongst friends online!! It’s a book that will leave you wanting to know more about Lucia and her relationships with her friends and family, the plight for women’s/worker’s rights, and the way mental illness evolves over time. I highly recommend this book and could definitely see a sequel becoming a success…and maybe, even a movie!! There is so much to discover in this book, that I know you will be inspired and motivated through Lucia’s journey!-BooksintheBurbs
Mental illness is never easy to read about, but something we should take time to read and think about.
Check out the full review at Kritters Ramblings Lucia is a young girl living in Naples and through an interesting incident must move to America to start a new life. With her mother they end up through a family connection in Cleveland, OH and must start from scratch to build a life. Unfortunately, there are issues and speed bumps around every turn and Lucia ends up growing up real fast and is quite an adult at a young age.
SWIMMING IN THE MOON by Pamela Schoenewaldt is an interesting Historical Fiction set in 1905 Italy and Cleveland,Ohio. What an interesting story on immigrant life in the 1900's. Young Lucia,and her mother must flee the Bay of Naples,in Italy, where they end up in Cleveland,Ohio. Lucia's mother, Teresa, has a beautiful voice but she also has demons. Teresa becomes the Naples Nightingale and works on the Vandeville circuit. While young Lucia is clever,hardworking,and struggles to fit into her new life in America....but she is not alone in her struggles. "Swimming In The Moon" is a beautifully written story that is the greatest of stories, the love between a mother and daughter. With her attention to details, her vivid descriptions and characters who are alive with passion,you can not go wrong by reading "Swimming In The Moon". Fast paced story of the struggles of immigrants and the life they wish to create in the new America. A powerful and compelling story!! Received for an honest review from the publisher. RATING: 4 HEAT RATING: Mild REVIEWED BY: AprilR, Review courtesy of My Book Addiction and More