Thursday, 19 February 2015

Lent: The Italians by John Hooper


published 2015


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The very Italian talent for dusting life with a thick layer of stardust is deployed liberally throughout the year. But perhaps it comes to the fore with greatest effect during Lent. In the Catholic tradition, this is meant to be the grimmest forty days in the calendar – a time of repentance and self-denial leading up to the commemoration of Jesus’s trial and agonizingly painful death. But in Italy it never seems to be quite that bad.

First of all, as in many other countries, there is Carnival - a brief spell of self-indulgence before the long weeks of abstinence. This is when, in Italy, you see small children on the streets dressed up in a range of bizarre outfits: some as princess, others as ghouls, superheroes, priates and so on. Depending on the calendar, Carnival falls some time in the period from early February to early March, and the children’s costumes introduce a touch of colour to one of the more doleful phases of the year.

Carnevale, like every other festival in the Italian calendar, also brings with it a range of seasonal delicacies like sfrappole (thin strips of pastry that are fried and sugared) and castagnole or fritelle (little doughnuts sprinkled with sugar and filled with crème patisserie). These hypercalorific delights are meant to be swept from the shops once Lent begins, yet somehow they remain temptingly available for weeks after Ash Wednesday…

 
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observations: In this recent entry I explain more about this book, which is a foreign correspondent’s conclusions after working for years in Italy.

He tells us many fascinating things about Italian food – for instance that in Rome you eat gnocchi on Thursdays, but no-one quite knows why. He looks at the importance of food and of family meals in the Italian culture: recipes passed down through generations, grown children coming to their parents for Sunday lunch every week. He tells us that the Italians really don’t like non-Italian food, or a meal that doesn’t follow the correct format – ‘where’s the pasta?’

But the intelligent reader, following all this, nodding in recognition, thinking that this Italian mistrust of foreigners and foreign food isn’t right, is still left with a longing for a delicious Italian meal – memories of wonderful Italian cooking arise unbidden….

Hooper also has a lot to say about religion in Italy: the heavy influence of the Catholic church for so many years, the importance of the Vatican being where it is, and the happy adaptation of most Italians to the bits of the faith that they are happy to go along with, and the bits they will happily ignore (rulings on contraception and divorce).

Ash Wednesday was yesterday, Lent has now begun, it’s quite cheering to think of the Italians enjoying their illicit patisserie.

Altogether The Italians is a really entertaining and informative read.

There was more about carnival, and more photos,  in Tuesday's entry.

The photos – of carnevale in Venice - are all from Perry Photography and used with her kind permission: you can see more of her pictures at Flickr, or at her website weddingsinitalytuscany. Her wonderful photos have featured on the blog many times before.










8 comments:

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    1. Ok fair enough. You could try giving up buying books for Lent...

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  2. There's something very special about the Venetian carnival. I;d love to go one day just to see the costumes.

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    1. Yes me to - I've visited Venice several times, but never at this time of year. My friend the photographer has been many times and tells fascinating stories.

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  3. This book continues to interest me, Moira. It's not easy to write about another culture, foibles and all, without its members coming off as objects of curiosity, or of contempt or something. It certainly doesn't seem that way in this book though. And I see no reason not to eat gnocchi on Thursday - or any other day, for the matter of that. :-)

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    1. Margot, indeed, it's hard to get the tone right when writing about another culture, but makes for great reading when it works. And, yes, I too like some gnocchi.,,

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  4. This takes me back! I remember as a kid at school I got co-opted into the kitchen to make frappe for carne vale (small deep friend sugared ribbons, utterly irresistible. I loved doing it but the air was so full of oil from the deep frying that by the end I couldn't bring myself to even eat even a little one - to a six-year-old, that was truly the definition of frustration

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    1. What a lovely reminiscence Sergio, thank you!

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