Mount Allegro is an extraordinary memoir, a celebration of Sicilian life, an engaging sociological portrait, a moving reminiscence of a fledgling writer’s escape from the restrictive culture in which he grew up. Jerre Mangione’s autobiographical chronicle of his youth in a Sicilian community in Rochester is one of the truly enduring books about the immigrant experience in this country. Family squabbles, soul-nourishing food, and the casting of evil eyes are only some of the ingredients of this richly textured book, although they must all take second place to its unforgettable characters. As Eugene Paul Nassar writes in the book’s Foreword, “ Mount Allegro . . . gave a literary visibility and identity, amiable and appealing, to a poorly understood ethnic group in America, and did so at a very high level of artistry.”
A fantastic memoir of growing up in a Sicilian community in Rochester in the 1920s. This hits close to home for me as I'm Italian/Sicilian on my father's side; my great-aunt married into this community (or, well, what was left of it; by that time it had dispersed).
It leaves me somewhat depressed, as this world (like the worlds in all older memoirs) is totally disappeared, but so close to us generationally. Mangione was able to go back to his parents' hometowns in the 1930s and meet their friends and relations, and see firsthand why they left. Today my Italian relatives are likely third cousins at best and would probably have no stories to share of my great-grandfather and great-grandmother. I have no stories of them passed down in the family - as a third-gen child, my father couldn't even communicate with his grandmother.
It does leave me curious as to the experience of girls on the writer's generation. Minimally educated, expected to marry close to home, and held to a strict standard of propriety, they would have had a very different life. I can't imagine a Gerlanda going to Sicily in the 1930s to gather material and write.
This is the third or fourth time that I have read this book. I still love it, and it still moves me.
My parents were Sicilian immigrants who came to this country after World War II, and Mangione's descriptions of his Sicilian immigrant relatives ring quite true for me, as does his ambivalence towards his family. But his discomfort being a hyphenated American dissipates as he ages, as did mine, and he comes to appreciate his relatives and the culture that he grew up in more, as I did.
This was my favorite of the immigration books I read for my class (besides Greencard Youth Voices). However, I know there are more memorable immigration books out there that we could have read instead.
I enjoyed this semi-autobiographical "fiction" which is very true-to-life! The insular nature of many immigrant groups and families--settling in areas where they are among "like" peoples, is broken up with time by living in the United States, but lately there has been little time for them to absorb "United States" culture before they are expected to act as though they have lived in a republic all their lives. The children fare better if they attend schools which work on the tenets of democracy, but too often they are subjected to bullying because of "differences." It is something that the United states could do better--the integration and the welcoming of diverse peoples. In this case, the families and people were from Sicily and many customs of the Old Country were expected to be followed, even though the children were also expected to become "Americanized." A cultural tightrope to walk!
Jerre Mangione has written a memoir of his childhood in Rochester, NY, growing up in a Sicilian family. It is remarkably innocent, comic and folksy. Similar to Saroyan's memoirs. Mangione was a contemporary of my father's and, while nationalities are different (Irish versus Sicilian), many of the experiences are similar. It is interesting reading about his parish church, St. Brigit's, which was my father and grandparent's as well. The finale, written later, in 1980, describes the destruction of the neighborhood, including St. Brigit's. My Catholic high school was dominated by Sicilian girls. I didn't know this at the time and it wasn't until I met my Northern Italian husband that I learned the difference. This memoir is an interesting record of that culture. Side note: The author is the uncle of the musician Chuch Mangione.
This book is a memoir by the son of Sicilian-American immigrants and was written in the 40s (I think! At any rate, many decades ago). In it, he explores his family, Americans/America and Italy/Sicily, among other things. The majority of the book is light-hearted and a description of anecdotes and stories from his childhood as he seeks to remember his childhood and his relatives. The memoir culminates in his own voyage back to Italy. He provides interesting insight into how immigration (how immigration affects both the first and second generations) at a different time in American history, as well as on "Italian-American" culture. Although there were parts in the middle where the book dragged a bit, I think that the book as a whole was both entertaining and valuable. His insight and conclusions at the end are particularly interesting and bring a whole new color to the entire book.
This was another reading that was required for my "Immigration Experience in Literature" class that I took for my Masters Degree. Another good one, this time reflecting the Italian-American immigrant experience of Jerre Mangione, whose family settled in Rochester, New York.
I think this is an important book to read when considering the Italian immigration experience, especially since so often this experience is inaccurately stereotyped by the likes of the fictional mafioso Tony Soprano. Instead he stresses such issues as the irony of the American Dream as well as the unique Americanization process experienced by Mangione and his family.
I loved it - It brought me to a place I had forgotten. A place where grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles all contributed to a fabric of memories that would define me. Its a great read with no pressure except to enjoy. No message except to appreciate your origins; understand those who went before you; and appreciate the unique experience of those raised with emigrants around them. Doesn't matter where your family came from, just that it was not originally here.
This book felt like a manual for my beautiful crazy family also hailing from Sicily and southern Italy. A humorous and light hearted page turner, Mount Allegro serves as a lovely example of the quote: "there are two types of people in this world, Italians and those who want to be Italian." Bravo, Mangione!
I couldn't tell sometimes if he was telling stories of Italian culture or his personal family stories. But I liked the book and at the end I knew of course he ws talking about his family. I think I definitely would have wanted to escape such cloistering relatives and yet he appreciates them, too. I don't detect any bitterness or resentment. It was definitely worth reading.
Mangione writes a personal story of family and community. His description of life as an Italian American is heart-warming and hilarious, but not without loss and sadness. As I read some of his accounts, I felt like he was describing my own life growing up in an Italian family.
Excellent study of an Italian American family in Rochester New York in the mid twentieth century. Although the book is neither fact nor complete fiction it delivers a realistic depiction of the lives of immigrants in the Western New York.
The memoir aspects with lots of family, uncles and aunts around, and the children's shenanigans, reminded me of A Child's Christmas in Wales. Very engaging.
I have no idea why this book is not more popular. I loved it. It really captured Italian American family life. Maybe I'm partial because I'm Italian and from Rochester, but this book was amazing.