Frances Mayes has written another ode to Tuscan living, this one fictional. Women in Sunlight is her novel, written memoir style. It's the story of a writer living in Tuscany, in a lovely hillside village. (Sound like anyone we know?) Mayes has also written Under the Tuscan Sun, Bella Tuscany, Every Day in Tuscany and Sunday in Another Country, among others.
Mayes describes the locale so beautifully though, we'd all want to relocate given the chance. Possibly. In this novel, the expat poet, Kit, meets her new neighbors, three older, retired women, also transplants from America, and they all become best friends forever, with lots of great meals, romance and good times along the way. That's it in a nutshell. However the individual stories are well told and woven together. They draw one in, each woman with her unique character and history, so we want to know how things end up for them.
There is plenty of wonderful food described, as noted. More than could be reasonably mentioned here. I happen to love a novel that incorporates what people are eating. Suggesting reality really - we eat - not always a feast, admittedly, though often memorable. If there's no discussion at all, you have to wonder about a whole, often delicious aspect of life going missing. Do those people not eat, or is it just unimportant to them? I know there are folks who consider food merely a necessity for survival. And cooking an activity that must be got through. Too sad.
Mayes describes the locale so beautifully though, we'd all want to relocate given the chance. Possibly. In this novel, the expat poet, Kit, meets her new neighbors, three older, retired women, also transplants from America, and they all become best friends forever, with lots of great meals, romance and good times along the way. That's it in a nutshell. However the individual stories are well told and woven together. They draw one in, each woman with her unique character and history, so we want to know how things end up for them.
There is plenty of wonderful food described, as noted. More than could be reasonably mentioned here. I happen to love a novel that incorporates what people are eating. Suggesting reality really - we eat - not always a feast, admittedly, though often memorable. If there's no discussion at all, you have to wonder about a whole, often delicious aspect of life going missing. Do those people not eat, or is it just unimportant to them? I know there are folks who consider food merely a necessity for survival. And cooking an activity that must be got through. Too sad.