Showing posts with label Italian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Italian. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Viva Strong Italian Women! by Maria DiRico

JENN McKINLAY: One of my favorite authors, Ellen Byron, is visiting today but she is appearing as her alter ego Maria DiRico to introduce us to her brand new Catering Hall mystery series! I was lucky enough to read and advance copy and called it "A fresh, fun, and fabulous debut to what promises to be a fantastic new mystery series!" Here's Ellen/Maria to tell us more about what inspired this series. Also, she's offering a giveaway! One lucky commenter will be randomly chosen to receive a copy. Don't miss out!

Ellen: The relationship between my protagonist and her “nonna” in my new Catering Hall Mysteries is central to the series. This reflects my wonderful luck of having been raised with two strong women as role models – my mother and grandmother, both Italian immigrants. 

They came from a picturesque town called Orsogna in the Abruzzo region, immigrating to America in 1930, just in time for the Great Depression. Here’s a photo taken shortly after their arrival. The stuffed animal was a prop. Mom says she screamed bloody murder when she had to return it to the photographer.


Life was hard for the new arrivals. They ate rotten fruit that shops discarded. For a treat, mother would pick up lollipops or gum kids dropped on the street. My grandfather, who I never knew, scraped together whatever jobs he could. Nonna found piecemeal work crocheting rosettes for baby’s hats. She and my mother would pick up a gross of the hats from a factory in Queens and carry them back to whatever apartment they were living in at the time. Nonna was paid $1.50 per gross. Mom says that because of this, she’s never forgotten that a gross equals 144. It’s emblazoned on her brain.

Eventually my grandfather got a job with the city as a sewer cleaner. Nonna went to work in a factory doing sewing piecework, meaning she was paid per finished piece. It wasn’t easy but Papa and Nonna managed to save enough money to buy this two-family home in Astoria. 



Meanwhile, Mom carved her own path. She trained herself to speak without the thick New York/Italian accent of her family and got a job as a secretary in Manhattan. Raised by her father to love reading and the arts, she shared that passion with her younger cousins. Here she is with her late cousin Antoinette, who once told me that the times she spent exploring the Big Apple with Mom were some of the happiest memories of her life. 


Italy is considered a matriarchal society. The power of the women in my immediate and extended Italian family was proof positive of that. Besides my nonna and mother, there were the cousins who came over from Italy with barely any schooling, saved their pennies, and bought buildings in Astoria that made them millionaires. One cousin, the first in the family to attend college, became a doctor. Years later, her mother, who had arrived in America at the age of fifteen after surviving the horrors of World War II, did the exact same thing.


Mom used to sing to me an old Orsognese song that went
"Le donne di Orsogna sono le più belle." Translation: the
women of Orsogna are the prettiest. They're also the smartest,
most resourceful women around, and I and so proud to share
their genes and history.

By the way, "Maria DiRico," my pen name, was Nonna's 
maiden name. Viva le donne di Orsogna!






So, how about it, Reds and Readers, have your parents and grandparents influenced your writing or your life? Where did they come from and how has it influenced you?


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BIO: Maria DiRico is the pen name of mystery author Ellen Byron, who is first-generation Italian American on her mother’s side. MARDI GRAS MURDER, the fourth book in Ellen's bestselling Cajun Country Mystery series, won the 2018 Agatha Award for Best Contemporary Novel. The series has also won multiple Best Humorous Mystery Lefty awards. TV credits include Wings, Just Shoot Me, and Fairly Odd Parents. Fun fact: she worked as cater-waiter for Martha Stewart, a credit she never tires of sharing. Maria/Ellen loves to translate what she learned from Martha into recipes for her books. You can reach her at:
https://www.facebook.com/CateringHallMysteries/




Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Lingua Franca

We've got Agatha Award Nominations!
Hank Phillippi Ryan, Best Contemporary Novel for Trust Me and Rhys Bowen, Best Historical Novel for Four Funerals and Maybe a Wedding.
Congratulations, Reds! 


Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate.

JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: No. I'm not inviting you all into the gates of hell. That famous phrase is, when translated, the one part of Dante's Inferno almost everyone knows: "Abandon hope, all ye who enter here." Dorothy Sayers translated it to: "Lay down all hope, you that go in by me," while Robert Pinsky's 1994 version is, "Abandon all hope, you who enter here." Yes, I have four different translations of The Inferno, three of my own and one belonging to the Smithie. Why? Because I am a great big nerd who loves The Inferno but who cannot speak or read Italian.

Okay, that's not entirely true.  A summer spent touring and working on an archeological dig in Tuscany while in college left me the ability to ask for basic foodstuffs: "Quaranta grammi di formaggio, per favore," the nearest lav: "Dov'è il bagno?" and enough phone-Italian to get the receiver passed on to someone who spoke English (in the days before everyone had phones in their pockets, of course.) Unfortunately, Dante never wrote, "Pronto! Posso palare con Professori Evett?" so my expertise is useless when it comes to parsing his great work.

The thing is, I'm pretty good at languages. I still retain remnant German words from three and a half years in Stuttgart as a child, and I can pronounce written German well enough to fool you into thinking I know what I'm saying. I studied French for eleven years straight, from sixth grade through the end of college, and if I moved to Paris for a few months, I think I could regain fluency. I have a surprisingly large Latin vocabulary despite never having taken a single class - although I spent plenty of time helping all three of my kids with their own Latin homework.  I can even toss out some Spanish phrases - no, not just "Mas cerveza."

So compared to many of my countrymen, I have foreign language chops. Sadly, in the global scheme of things, that's not saying much. Schoolchildren in Europe and Asia routinely begin learning a second language in the very earliest grades, while educated people are routinely fluent in three (including their native tongue.) Meanwhile, here in the US, in 2016 (the last date for such numbers) only 15% of public elementary schools offered language classes. Even in immigrant communities, where you might expect a strong bilingual foundation, fluency drops dramatically each generation. Only one in ten grandchildren of immigrants can speak their grandparents' native tongue.

Critics of the stubborn American  tendency to monoligualism usually point out how we're falling behind in science and international trade etc, etc. I always think of the literature we're missing out on. I remember the first time I got a French poem - comprehended it as a whole thing, without mentally translating it into English first. It was amazing. What would it be like to see plays from Spain's Golden Age of theater in the original? To read War and Peace in Russian? To follow Der Rosenkavalier without surtitles?

So perhaps I should take the plunge and finally start those Italian lessons I've been thinking about for the past...thirty-five years.  Because while this is lovely...

We climbed the dark until we reached the point 
Where a round opening brought in sight the blest
And beauteous shining of the Heavenly cars
And we walked out once more beneath the stars

...it's not this.

Tanto ch'i' vidi de la cose belle
che porta 'l ciel, per un pertugio tondo
E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle.


Dear readers, do you have a second language? Would you like to learn one? Let us know in the comments!