Sicily,
It’s Not Quite Tuscany by Shamus Sillar (Allen &
Unwin, $29.99) sticks pretty faithfully to that method but what is different is
that Australian Sillar didn’t opt for some rustic idyll for his literary OE. He
didn’t live the dream of restoring a palazzo or growing olives. Instead he
chose to settle in Catania one of the largest and liveliest cities in Italy’s
deep south.
Unemployed and a newlywed, Sillar decides to
spend a year in Sicily with his wife Gill, seeing it as an extended honeymoon -
she to teach English, him to write a history book. But nothing turns out the
way they had imagined. Their apartment is a slum beside the headquarters of a
fascist gang of football fans, a vegetable vendor with a loud hailer wakes them
at 6am each morning, traffic thunders past their windows, the ancient monuments
are covered in scaffolding and in no time at all Mt Etna is staging a one in
150 year eruption and ash is raining down on them.
Sillar has a both an ironical writing style and
a sense of adventure. He hikes past police roadblocks to see the rivers of lava
for himself, risking his life and nearly getting arrested. He is equally
intrepid when it comes to trying food – spleen sandwich anyone? This is a man
who plunges in rather than waiting for life to unfold around him and the book
is more interesting for it. He’s observant, funny and knowledgeable – with a
Phd in Roman history he’s the right person to guide us round Sicily’s ancient
ruins. My one complaint is he’s awfully glass-half-empty. Sure he and Gill have
a few setbacks in the course of the year – she crashes a Vespa, their friends
have a laptop snatched. But this is a city that has been covered in lava
several times in its history as well as razed to the ground by an earthquake.
Today it suffers more than its fair share of poverty and crime. So they did
pretty well considering.
Sillar voyages beyond Catania: taking in the
tourist sights of Taormina and Cefalu, driving the island’s southern coastline,
checking out a ruin here and a small hill town there. Almost constantly he
finds something to be disappointed in.
It’s not that he’s relentlessly critical. He
meets neighbours he warms to, eats dishes that please him, visits beaches that
were worth the effort. But it’s clear he didn’t fall in love with Sicily.
Sillar’s memoir is fun, informative, always
interesting…still I’d be surprised if it left you yearning to visit a place he
somewhat grudgingly concludes “can be majestic on a good day”.
Footnote:
Nicky Pellegrino,(right NZH photo), a succcesful Auckland-based author of popular fiction is also the Books Editor of the Herald on Sunday where the above piece was first published on 4 March, 2012
1 comment:
The worst travel book I have ever read. Most visitors find Sicily to be wonderful and even Catania with it's traffic chaos is very interesting
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