Promised Volterra

I have many eclectic lists, dear to my heart – of books to read, of films to watch, of articles to study, of places to go – and I’ll have to live much over 100 to do it all. But one thing is certain: I’ve got Volterra down, and I’m grateful I’d caught the whiff on the net that brought me there.

It’s quite far from me, as things go, that’s why I’ve only been there for the first time two weeks ago with my uncle, after Castiglioncello. It’s another of these bragging towns on a hill, flaunting it, not afraid in the least of some Turks, for example. Oh Italia, where are you taking your cheek from? Could it be all the way from the times when the Roman Empire ruled the world?

I’ve just finished the Neapolitan series by Elena Ferrante which starts with “My Brilliant Friend”. All four books went by in a flash. It is one thing reading this in the comfort of your own home which is NOT in Italy, and quite another to be right here, although not in Naples where the story takes place.

And just now, by accident, I’ve discovered that the true identity of the author, who has been writing under a pseudonym, is revealed. A journalist tracked her down by large payments her publishing house was placing on her account. She is working as a translator for this publishing house. Somebody followed the money in search of the name everybody was wondering about.

One thing is for certain: Napoli never forgets. Alas, her family moved from Napoli to Roma when she was three years old. Still, let’s just hope she doesn’t have any young grandchildren. Or he.

Volterra, on the other hand, is not even close. Let’s go there instead.

Photo: a © signature mmm production

14 Comments Add yours

  1. Ishita says:

    What a beautiful post! Your photos are always lovely. Glad you finished the ferrante series but I’m so sad about this whole affair with revealing her identity. Can anyone get privacy anymore??

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    1. Thank you so much, Ishita! Oh, yes, I’m sad too, but glad that I have read it just in time. This action by the journalist who revealed it is so egoistic.

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      1. Ishita says:

        It really is and they call it their “work”. Is invading someone’s life, work?

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  2. Dan Antion says:

    These buildings are amazing. Stunning photos and I enjoyed the tour!

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    1. Thanks, Dan. It makes me wonder what all I’m missing every moment I’m home instead of out there.

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  3. badfish says:

    what do you mean “somebody followed the money”? how does someone follow someone else’s bank accounts. that’s just scary. so “someone” could be lurking in MY bank accounts, discovering where all my money is coming from? they will be disappointed! these are very cool buildings, and maybe I’ll have to put this place on my list…maybe by the time I get there, the castle will be gone????

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    1. I didn’t read the article thoroughly, it was ugly. He studied the houses her husband bought, etc etc. Paparazzi journalism. As for the castle, some of it is a prison. It might burn down. It’s got a great door too. Photography forbidden but I sneaked one in but now am afraid to post it.


  4. fkasara says:

    *sigh* I’m so sorry for Ferrante, she deserved her privacy. I think her conceiled identity was what had allowed her to be completely free when writing. I hope they will leave her alone. Shame on that “journalist”.

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    1. Yes, it’s terrible. It proves that the world we live in today does not leave anybody alone. I hope she has some plan for this occasion, for example a book on this subject. Thank you, and for the follow too.


      1. fkasara says:

        Thanks to you! 🙂

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  5. Ana Teixeira says:

    Adorei a delicadeza das fotos.

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    1. Grazie, Ana! 🙂 And for the follow!

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