We humans are curious creatures — we always carry certain expectations. From the music we listen to, the destinations we choose for our holidays, the people we form relationships with… and, in my case, from every novel I pick up. Reading is the most important part of my day, so naturally, my expectations are highest when it comes to books.
As someone who moved to Istria of my own accord 23 years ago — and who has loved it ever since — this novel exceeded all my expectations. Beautifully written, it unfolds in three interwoven timelines: the near-present, the Roman Empire, and the Partisan movement in Istria during World War II. You’ll savour not only the truffles, but the full breadth of Istrian gastronomy and philosophy of life — the wines, the olive oils, the rich culinary heritage that flows uninterrupted from ancient Rome to today. The landscape itself becomes a (one of) character — vividly described topography, ancient place names in Latin, breathtaking locations that live and breathe through the story.
The novel captures the zeitgeist of each era with astonishing precision — the spirit, tension, and emotional climate of the time — whether it’s imperial grandeur, wartime confusion, or modern-day reckoning. And with that, the complexity of human nature: the beauty and brutality of people living side by side, the greed that follows power and money, and the sobering truth that no ideology — not even the Partisan cause — is pure. People are never just good or bad; each individual carries both within them, shaped by circumstance, belief, and survival.
The characters are delicately and intelligently drawn — some rooted in reality, others imagined — and the blending of fact and fiction is seamless. It’s what great writers do. And this writer does it brilliantly. And then there’s Doogie — a gentle canine soul I had the joy of meeting and cuddling — who speaks volumes about the author’s emotional sensitivity, not only toward animals, but toward people, land, and story.
What elevates this novel further is the author’s heartfelt acknowledgment of Istria and its people — his gratitude to those who helped him understand and fall in love with this place. That affection runs through every page. As Istrians, who can be proud — not only of the story, but of the fact that someone saw them just who they are.
Bravo, Mike.
A must-read for all lovers of fine literature — and for anyone who delights in the intricate layers of Istrian history, from the Romans to today, where past and present intertwine in beauty, pain, and enduring wonder. Let’s share this book widely — it deserves to be read, known, and celebrated.