First things first: Books
I had written him a letter after reading one of his poems in the New Yorker. The poem is called All Night. I mentioned in my letter that the layout of the lines echoed the rhythm of the text. He wrote back saying that the poem would never again appear in that form because the editor of his first book tucked the lines in order to accommodate the book’s format, and he invited me to come to a signing. I arrived to find his signing table surrounded by poetry lovers. I caught his eyes and mouthed the words: “I wrote the letter.” He stopped what he was doing, walked around the table, took my hands in his and said: “You’re the one! No one ever sends fan letters to poets!”
One of my happiest author memories.
28 October Marco Felluga’s 90th Birthday Party
I need not have worried about my dress (bought in 2000) and Chinese inspired jacket (bought in 2003 at a model’s consignment shop in London. This is a shop where fashion models – who get to keep the clothes they wear in photo shoots – dump their booty. The only thing in the shop that fit were shoes and this jacket.) In fact, I received several compliments on the ensemble.
With the repeated mention of “black tie” on the invitation and in phone conversations with the organizers, I had begun to dwell on what “black tie” means for women at Tuscan galas – brilliant hand-embroidered satin dresses, the twinkle of real diamonds, etc. Whew. Friuli finery is within the reach of normal human beings.
I sat next to Mr. Felluga’s Austrian importer who said that Marco was still mentally and physically agile and as focused and dynamic as ever.
Mr. Felluga was asked what his plans for the future were and he replied without a moments hesitation that he wanted to inicreased the acceptance of Pinot Bianco as a top-quality, classic grape variety.
With his energy and drive I believe that he could achieve anything he put his mind to.
20 October Pumpkin and sausage lasagna & Susan and gossip
Susan H. comes over for dinner. The nattering goes down smoothly with glasses of Ferrari’s Giulio Ferrari 2000, followed by a 2013 Ribera del Duero “Crianza” from Virtus. I had opened this Spanish wine the day before and tasted it: rich, round, red – juicy but with backbone. A very satisfying wine. It goes down a treat with the lasagna. Here is a photo of Susan with a snuggling Stanley. For starters we taste Redoro’s artichokes under oil and the company’s tuna under oil. They are a revelation. I have never in my life tasted anything held under olive oil that did not taste of…well…oil. However, this time out the flavors of the vegetable and the tuna were bright and pure. I did not expect this freshness. I am not usually one to gush, but…if you have a chance to try these products from Redoro, do so.
18 October Fog Hell
I am in the Colli Euganei. Lisa C. drives me to the teeny, tiny deserted-after-nine-p.m. train station so I can catch my train for Verona. In the car creeping along the country road, we are surrounded by a moist gray undulating wall of fog. At first, I think: gee, this I like being in some existentialist film. After 30 minutes, I realized that this is, in fact, my version of Hell – endless fog – no sense of actually moving forward – no hope of actually arriving anywhere.
14 October – Off to Redoro in Mezzane di Sotto
We visited the Redoro Olive Oil Mill (owned by the Salvagno family) in Mezzane di Sotto. The mill is the oldest in the Veneto that is still producing oil. I said to Michael: “Daniele Salvagno has such merry eyes he could play young Santa when they do the biopic.” “He’s not that young,” says Michael. I then explain to him that since Santa is well over a thousand years old, then Daniele – with his twinkling eyes, rosy cheeks, lush dark curls, boundless energy and jovial demeanor – is still in the running for the role. Michael bows to my fantasy logic. Here is a photo of Daniele. You may decide for yourself if the casting works.
12 October Samples arrive from SPAIN!
The UPS man delivered samples and pronounced my name correctly!
They are from the Virtus winery. I tried the Vega del Yuso Ribera del Duoro. Here is my note: 100% Tempranillo. Deep rich ruby. Full and forthcoming on the nose, scents of blackberries, brambles and a bright, lifting idea of gooseberries. Round and easy on the palate. After I tasted, I drank a glass with my lunch – pizza with mushrooms. It went down a treat. The following day, I had a glass with spaghetti Bolognese. It also went well with a bit of Parmesan and an episode of Love it or List It – Vancouver edition. Yes, I am a sucker for Canadian buy-a-house-shows.
Sunday 8 Majorotti
We went to a street fair organized by the Majorotti (loosely translates as Big Men Majorettes), an association that raises money for charity, and whose members wear shiny, red, swishy skirts and wigs in an assortment of colors – from Carnival yellow and blue to (could pass for real) brown. There is something freeding and empowering about stridinig out in a short, flippy skirt, as these men have come to appreciate.
October 2 My book on the Colli Euganei wins a literary award!
And a very nice award it was too: a silver medallion, with a little certificate stating its weight and the grade of silver used. Wow! All this, and there was a concert performed by three excellent guitarists that followed the presentation. And that was followed by a dinner in a villa/restaurant, where I spoke with a nice young man who is studying to be a forest ranger. I recommended he read The Hidden Life of Trees. You will never look at a tree in the same way after reading this fascinating book. The award was issued by the Monselice Historical Museum.
I have won big deal international awards for books and only got a letter informing me that I had won, while the publisher got a certificate. Believe me, a medal, music and a nice dinner (which included my fan club – Michael, Franco and Anna) was soooo much more appreciated!