As a working-class lad from South Yorkshire, England, how could I ever have imagined that one day I would own a house in Italy? I knew the distinctive shape of Italy from primary school, a rhyme became etched into my brain: Big boot Italy kicked poor Sicily right into the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. Italy was a distant place, the land where the Romans came from. My childhood of black and white television presented images of the Colosseum in Rome, with police car chases and strange sounding sirens. Then, in colour, the film Ben-Hur, its climax being the chariot race and the blood covered body of the hero’s enemy. The spaghetti harvest hoax, at the time believed by many in the UK. From Roman Holiday to the Italian Job, Italy was an advenAs a working-class lad from South Yorkshire, England, how could I ever have imagined that one day I would own a house in Italy? I knew the distinctive shape of Italy from primary school, a rhyme became etched into my brain: Big boot Italy kicked poor Sicily right into the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. Italy was a distant place, the land where the Romans came from. My childhood of black and white television presented images of the Colosseum in Rome, with police car chases and strange sounding sirens. Then, in colour, the film Ben-Hur, its climax being the chariot race and the blood covered body of the hero’s enemy. The spaghetti harvest hoax, at the time believed by many in the UK. From Roman Holiday to the Italian Job, Italy was an adventure. A land of pleasure, sunshine, song, blue sea and romance. Not forgetting the darker, mysterious face of Italy – the Mafia. And now I have a house in this Mediterranean country. Me, a house in Italy. A house purchased with nothing more than phrasebook Italian. The more time you spend in Italy, the more it becomes a passionate love affair. It’s enticing, a gorgeously complex creature that won’t let you walk away. At times it frustrates you, even infuriates you, yet you still want more. This is Italy – ITALIA! After a professional life in education, I now live as a Brexit refugee in the stunningly beautiful Green Heart of Italy - Umbria....more
Graham HofmannWrite the book that you would like to read. Once you think you have it done, then the hard work starts. The creative and interesting part was the writ…moreWrite the book that you would like to read. Once you think you have it done, then the hard work starts. The creative and interesting part was the writing. Now you have the editing and proof reading, what can easily feel laborious and never ending. But don't be tempted to rush this part, just to get your book out there. An absolute necessity is to have an excellent proof reader. If you're anything like me, you will always fail to spot errors. However, once your book is set free, I can guarantee that readers will pick out any that remain.(less)
Graham HofmannWorking on following Lorenzo's Vest - notes from a house in Umbria, with my next book about Italy, Climbing Olive Trees - notes from a home in Umbria.…moreWorking on following Lorenzo's Vest - notes from a house in Umbria, with my next book about Italy, Climbing Olive Trees - notes from a home in Umbria. Also in the planning stages of a third book, Meet me in the Piazza - postcards from Umbria.(less)