Archive for category Under the tuscan sun. (1997)
“Frances Mayes–widely published poet, gourmet cook, and travel writer–opens the door to a wondrous new world when she buys and restores an abandoned villa in the spectacular Tuscan countryside. In sensuous and evocative language, she brings the reader along as she discovers the beauty and simplicity of life in Italy. An accomplished cook and food writer, Mayes also creates dozens of delicious seasonal recipes from her traditional kitchen and simple garden, all of which she includes in the book. Doing for Tuscany what M.F.K. Fisher and Peter Mayle did for Provence, Mayes writes about the tastes and pleasures of a foreign country with gusto and passion. A celebration of the extraordinary quality of life in Tuscany, ‘Under the Tuscan Sun’ is a feast for all the senses.”
“…a feast for all the senses”? Hmm….I agree it was a “feast” for the visual and maybe auditory senses. In my opinion, though, emotion is the sixth sense for reading. I was drawn to the book because I had a vague memory of the movie by the same name. Books turned into movies are for the most part good books which is why someone would take the time to transform and interpret it visually. From my poor memory, I liked the movie so I assumed the book would be even better. However, I felt no emotional connection to the book, which is why I couldn’t finish it. I gave it almost 0ne-hundred pages before finally putting the novel down….for good….
I might’ve liked the novel more if I was renovating something, but being the twenty-something apartment renter I am doesn’t lend itself to renovations. The endless descriptors for each and every object the author comes across got tiresome and boring. For the first time ever (I can’t believe I’m saying this), Under the Tuscan Sun (the movie) is so much better than Under the Tuscan Sun (the written memoir)…..I know I’ve betrayed bibliophiles everywhere, and I’m not proud.