Zero stars.
I can’t even explain the depth of my rage at the insult to Sicilian culture in this book. The author claims that her great great grandmother was Sicilian. She clearly did research on the island, the food, the language but she knows nothing of culture. I am Sicilian. She paints Sicilians as ignorant poor apes who need feminist American author women to tell them everything they’re missing in life. The entire book is a man-hating bash fest.
The main character Sara, is a piss poor wife and mother who all but adandons her family for some bs restaurant then complains when her husband leaves her. She takes zero responsibility for her own actions and cries and whines about it constantly, and when she’s not doing that she just drinking. Oh but conveniently she packs Xanax. Because that’s the modern American woman, right? Drunk and Xanax all the time? Life as a modern American feminist who hates her husband and hates motherhood must be so amazing that you need to be drunk and drugged just to make it through one day in the paradise Sicilian countryside.
The Serafina of the past is a smart intelligent young woman who is disgusted by men and babies and yet she initiates sex with a young man and gets pregnant and her parents force her to marry him. This man works in a horrendously dangerous mine to provide for her and her kids and yet all she does is complain about how he’s nothing but a burden to her. All the men are hard working and just trying to feed their families and the wives are complaining ungrateful hateful women who hate having husbands and hate their kids. Serafina cheats on her husband with her best friends husband. She admits she Initates it multiple times.
On page 194 the 2 Sicilian women eating lunch with Sara say that DEATH would be preferable to being a wife and mother. MOST WOMEN DO NOT AGREE. Women are online constantly saying how they want good men, they’re on dating apps desperate to find love, and yet authors like this always act like women enjoy being celibate nuns who drink all day and love their 8-6p jobs. That is not reality, get a grip on your extremist feminist agenda.
On page 215 she writes that women are often described as great wives and mothers but what really defined her? Serafina says she loves her lover more than her own children. This is not at all indicative of Sicilian culture. On page 250 Serafina daydreams about her sons being taken away from her so she could live alone and be free and have sex and be a doctor. That’s so unrealistic of how the vast majority of women feel about their own children.
How twisted and awful that she willfully leaves her children to pretend to be dead and get a nursing job in America. That’s supposed to be admirable?? Are you kidding me? Serafina also accepts that she wil never see her sons again, who knew and loved her, but she MUST see her daughter who never knew her at all? Do her sons not deserve her love and devotion?
According to the author the women of Old Sicily are strong and independent and hate their men, but then when one of them, Paola, is abandoned by her husband, the first thing she does is run to commit suicide. She doesn’t speak to her friends, her kids, her mother, no one. She just runs to a cliff to jump. This makes no sense and is not only a contradiction to the authors own portrayal of Sicilian women, but such an insult to real Sicilian women. As if Sicilian women would not fight tooth and nail for their families, as if we’d give up so easily.
I hated this book.