‘The Villa’ written by Rosanna Ley , published
in 2012 by Quercus Books, London, is the story of three women who belong to three
generations. A slightly chick lit type novel, so to say, but very
much readable and is recommended for light reading. I used to read it at
bedtime.
The author
has worked as a tutor in creative writing and has given a reading guide at the
end. The writing tips given were of course interesting and useful.
Somebody
inheriting a dilapidated but gorgeous house abroad (at Sicily) is not something
logical or believable, but it is a story, know? Out of the three women, I love
the Grandmother Flavia, the best. Of
course her daughter Tess Angel and teen aged granddaughter Ginny are also portrayed
well but Flavia is the most impressive character in the sense that she has an
identity of her own.
The only one point which I didn’t like or rather couldn’t
digest about her, is her frequent visits to her ailing old love, Peter, and that
too without letting her husband know of it. According to her, it was strictly
her personal affair and none of her husband’s business! Later, she realized that he was very much aware of it, but simply chose not to interfere at all! It
must be my Indian commonplace mind which resisted such moves, I think.
Flavia, the
“self-trained observer" as the author describes, was also ”too stubborn for
words" that she didn’t like revealing anything to her daughter about Sicily,
her native place. Instead she started narrating the story in her notebook. But
Flavia’s memoirs are fully printed in Italics and this appeared slightly
strenuous to my eyes.
The author’s
description of Sicily and the life there is quite vivid. The family feuds and
the unveiling of the suspense behind the treasure is also well-drawn. Foodies
can have a lot of Italian recipes of Flavia too!
Flavia’s and
later Tess’s description of Sicilian women filled my mind with pity and
sympathy. I don’t know why but whenever I came across the words Italy, Italian,
Sicily etc Mrs.Sonia Rajiv Gandhi’s profile used to come to mind’s frame. May
be because she is the only Italian I knowJ.
Some quotes
which I like-
-......(Sicilian)
women mostly dressed in black and mostly bent-with a lifetime of drudgery...
-Personally, she didn’t understand why it was
necessary to tell dozen’s of acquaintances the minutiae of one’s life...(Tess’s
thoughts about facebook)....But she knew she was in a minority”Yes, in fact
Tess reflected my own thoughts about fb!
-The
women(of Paris) were smarter, more colourful...these women looked as if they
had some life, some purpose other than home...(Flavia’s observation at a Paris
railway station).
-No one
prepared you for these things when you decided to have a baby. Or when-like
Tess- you were propelled into motherhood without really thinking about it at
all. No one warned you that your daughter would one day become an
adolescent-whom you would irritate beyond belief every time you so much as opened
your mouth.... But it would pass.(Tess thinking about her teenage daughter
Ginny)
-At the end
of the day, she(Ginny)realised, although he(Ben, her boyfriend) had been her first, she had invested the virginity thing with a significance it didn’t
really have.
-It’s easy
to let the opportunity go by. (Ginny’s Dad’s confession to her).And there’s a
point where it seems as if it might be too late. Unless you feel you can do
something...I buggered off when your mom needed me most.
- Her God
has not given her what she wanted most in the world...And she wasn’t entirely
sure that she even believed in him anymore. But the sense of God was a comfort
to her;it seemed to give her strength.
-She(Flavia)
was too ambitious;she had never wanted the Sicilian way of womanhood-house and
children.
-what love
really is, caring for another human being, living with them through good and the
bad,working with them, wanting to grow with them.That’s true love.Not hearts
and flowers and romantic dreams.
-For every
recipe there is a reason. Trade, social change, the season, the weather.Food is
warmth.Food is identity.
-time when
she was struggling for life, the sort of time when revelations sometimes occur.