After reading some of the reviews from other readers I am compelled to comment. This book had its pluses and minuses, but over all I couldn't disagree with the writer's experience and the difficulty of writing a memoir. It is true that the author seems immature when she goes to live in Italy, and she is young. She makes many mistakes in her choices but does seem to learn something from them. I do have to agree that I wish there were more stories about Markus, but yet not less about the family in Italy. Maybe even more about her other expeinces in Italy.
You see, I too have lived in Italy, many times throughout my life, mostly in the areas of Orvieto in Umbria and in Florence, Tuscany. To say that there is no culture clash would be dishonest and I recall at the end of our five month stay in Florence feeling exactly the way Jutine does by the end of her memoir; when she looks down at all that beauty from a beautiful horse and wants nothing but to get out of there. That was such a clear feeling for me, only I was standing at the top of Giotto's bell tower and looking down on Florence. I was desperate to leave, partly so I could return to my dog back in the states, and yet also felt as if my heart was being torn out.
I don't know if Justine has returned to Italy but I am sure she will. I did, about seven years later and this time to Orvieto. I have returned to this little city many times since then and have had varying experiences, depending on my health, independence, and state of my marriage and other relationships, not to mention what was going on at home. One thing I know is that these experiences are part of me as is Italy and its people, even if I might never quite feel wholely a part of it, always a bit of an outsider. Although, at times I think that is my own doing and not that of the people who live there, especially in Orvieto, where I have been treated with such kindness and understanding by the citizens there. I would say I have been more harshly juded by some of the other Americans who were there teaching alongside my husband, often sticking their egos out far enough for any sane person to trip over.
My last experience in Orvieto a year ago, was certainly one of my best. I was older and so much more comfortable in my own skin, so much more confident walking the streets of Rome or Florance, Venice. Also so much less concerned about being an American in Orvieto. I no longer worried that the natives might hear me speaking English down below their open windows while they ate lunch up above me. And I understand as well why the people of Florence dislike Americans. I understood that one before we even left there. After living in Florence for five months, I hated Americans as well who were tourists, so rude and obtrusive.
As for the treatment of animals in Italy, I have seen what Justine saw and other types of treatment as well. I saw posters everywhere urging people not to leave their pets on the loose while they went on vacation. This has been a practice there. I have also seen though, since becoming part of the EU, many positive changes in Italy. Recycling, fewer cars, more pedestrian areas, and better treatment of animals, better treatment of the environment. I still never saw a male dog who was neutered, but did see dogs everywhere, traveling with their families on vacation. People had brought them with and treated them well. I can't ever imagine things being very humane on any farm in any place. There is something characteristically brutal about raising animals for food, but if you are going to eat meat, you may as well be forced into seeing how it's raised and slaughtered, unlike the way we are here; and I have no doubt that animals on a small farm in umbria are certainly better treated than animals on factory farms here in the states.
Back to Justine and writing a memoir, I can't think of anything more difficult. I have an MFA in creative writing and have wanted many times to write about my experiences in Italy but have found it impossible. So I must give her credit for not always placing herself in the best light and for not always romanticizing Italy or the rural Italians. Its real, not a romance, and I think most of all that was what she was trying to express. I say good for her.