I’ve been reading memoirs attentively for the past 10 years. I don’t give many five-star reviews, but “Extra Virgin” will be one of them. This delightful story is now among my favorites.
This is the story of Annie and Lucy Hawes, twenty-somethings from Britain who go to Italy for a 10-week agricultural job in a village. When they find out that a charming “rustico” they’ve admired from afar is for sale at a price that wouldn’t purchase a yard of British soil, they buy it. Over the following months and years, they fix up the rustic dwelling and the surrounding olive grove, living in Italy part-time and returning to Britain for work.
“Extra Virgin” is, like “A Year in Provence,” an expatriate memoir. I can say without hesitation that if you like this genre, you will love this particular example of it. My reasons are these:
Her love for Italy. Her affection for the country and for her neighbors and friends is apparent. These pages are peopled with authentic voices and characters, not caricatures.
Her distinctive voice. The grammar is sometimes quirky, but never accidentally so; the occasional sentence fragment or Creative Capitalization is chosen for effect.
Her sense of humor. When you travel or live in an unfamiliar country, the opportunity to look like a clown arises often. You have to be able to laugh at yourself. Hawes has this ability, and she makes us laugh along. At the same time, I came to deeply admire her. She adjusted, connected, found friends and allies, made a new life. It’s a great achievement, gracefully done.
I also appreciated the narrative’s brilliant construction. So many expatriate memoirs follow the “Year in Provence” model, confining the story within the course of a single year. It’s a neat and tidy structure, but the problem is, life isn’t neat. Writers who observe the boundaries too faithfully end up leaving the reader hanging. How did this problem work out? Did that character come to a good end or a bad one?
Hawes solves the problem by giving us roughly a year’s worth of events, ordered by the seasons, but she also guesses perfectly when we’ll be curious how something turned out. Here and there, she satisfies that curiosity by placing a few paragraphs at the end of a chapter, giving “the rest of the story.” After all, we know that she stayed and made a life in Italy. To not find out how things went would only leave us readers frustrated. But with her attention to our needs, we finish the book completely satisfied, instead.