Under the Tuscan Sun: At Home in Italy

This book was included in a box of books that I purchased at a thrift store. I read several of the others but before I read this book I watched the movie version on line. I enjoyed the movie and immediately started the book. Under the Tuscan Sun is probably the dullest, most boring book I have ever read. But I did read all 299 pages, trying to find some redeeming quality. What a waste of my time getting through this book. Under the Tuscan Sun goes back to the thrift store.

I am on my 2nd reading of this book. Frances Mayes writes the best description of Bramasole and the surrounding countryside! You can actually picture it in your mind's eye! Anyone who likes to travel should read her books! I usually read fiction, but I really enjoyed this! After all this is my 2nd time! This book can also make you hungry with all its great recipes!

You have to know that this is a non-fiction journal of the author and her husband’s journey of buying and restoring a very old Tuscan home on a terraced hillside in Cortona, as well as their getting to know and experience Italy on a deeper level. It is the basis of the fiction movie of the same name and both are absolutely lovely. This book is beautifully poetic in the way it is written. I felt immersed in her experience and loved every minute of it.

If Peter Mayle is the father of the ex-pat memoir, then Frances Mayes is the matriarch. Under the Tuscan Sun is the first memoir I recall making the best seller lists in the way that it did, and after this book it became trendy to write, and read books in this wonderful genre. I've heard it said that Mayes' writing style may at first read seem lacking in dash, but don't be put off. Her steady and unwavering love for the life she discovers and makes her own belies a quiet and steady, zesty passion for all things Tuscany and beyond, and you'll fall under her spell without even knowing it. I'll confess that the custom made pendant that I have worn for the last twenty years or so, has the word "Bramasole" on the back of it, a reminder that the life we only think we can dream of having, is actually out there for all of us. To yearn for sun. Isn't that true for everyone?

I thought the book well written. However, it did not capture my attention quite as well as Peter Mayle’s ‘A Year in Provence’ published, as I recall, around 10 years prior. Mayes’s style is perhaps a bit too introspective, for my liking, and does not do as well as Mayle’s more light hearted approach in relating the nature of the region, his personal experiences, and the native inhabitants. That said Maye’s effort is a good read.

"I thought I was strange to feel this way. Since I've met so many people who read Under the Tuscan Sun, I've found out that lots of people feel this way. It's complicated but feels so very easy. The warmth of the people, the human scale of the towns, the robust food, yes, but I've begun to think, too, that it's the natural connection with art, the natural exposure to beauty on a day-to-day basis." -Frances Mayes Frances Mayes presents a sensual celebration of Tuscany with hypnotic descriptions of culinary bliss and everyday rituals on long days when she savors the sun. This is creative writing heaven! She is not only a best-selling author, widely published poet and gourmet cook; she is also a travel writer who can describe lands and culture in sensuous and evocative language. Halfway into the book, I became heady with the desire to just run away to Tuscany. I want to write like her, I want to think like her, I am intoxicated by her creativity. I first fell in love with creative writing when my teacher in Africa explained metaphors to me. It is no wonder I have just completely fallen in love with Frances Mayes writing style. I also discovered she is a creative writing professor at San Francisco State University and has directed The Poetry Center and chaired the Department of Creative Writing. Frances first started visiting Tuscany when she was fresh out of college. In 1985, she rented a farmhouse for the first time and enjoyed going to the local markets to buy suntan lotion and culinary specialties. After this visit, she and Ed rented various farmhouses around Tuscany and finally decided to buy Bramasole. Frances Mayes gives a vivid and compelling account of how she bought and started restoring this farmhouse in Tuscany. "Under the Tuscan Sun" is really an outgrowth of the diary she kept about her experiences when she first moved to Italy. She sees homes as metaphors for the self and gives herself to decorating and renovating them with a certain passion. "The houses that are important to us," she writes, "are the ones that allow us to dream in peace." In sumptuous detail, Frances Mayes describes her home and Italy like a delicate poem as she balances enjoyment of life with responsibility to finishing an extensive renovation. Her writing shows she is most at home in Italy and enjoys immersing herself in words that describe her private escape. She is living the fantasy and sharing every delicious bit of her joy in this fascinating memoir. I love her observations about life. While they sometimes have little to do with Tuscany, they are enlightening. Through gorgeous descriptions, she says: "Life is beautiful, take deep breathes, enjoy food and pleasure." Through intimate reflection, she considers how life changes so we can go forward in our thinking. She writes about tours of ancient churches and towns, fig-pollinating wasps, the ancient tile roof, books with blue leather binding, art, festivals, walks through the piazza, gardens and ev

What do people want Frances to write about? Her trials and tribulations? How she had to take a second mortgage on her California home to finance her Italian one? Then you'd say she was nothing but a complainer. Do you want French words in a book about Italy? As for Frances trying to be Peter Mayle, I never saw that. I think you all were EXPECTING Peter Mayle and when you got Frances instead, you decided to attack her! Lighten up, please! This is a sweet, friendly little look at Tuscany and I know I will treasure it!

The word "Tuscany" alone conjures up rich images of rolling green hills and an endless flow of red wine. This book was a pleasure to read. The beautiful descriptions of castles and food ... and more food made the daydreams we all have had about packing our bags, leaving the smog, and setting up house on an Italian countryside almost a reality.

I adored this book. I'm stunned by all the negative and frankly, bitter, comments of many of the previous reviewers. Remember this is not a travel book; it is a memoir written by a poet. One reviewer complained about "authors [who] just bore you to death with the banal details of their lives." That is what a memoir is. A memoir presents the details of daily life, the activities, the thoughts, the memories, the reflections, and what it was like to experience them. A memoir certainly may present vivid details of events with finely drawn portraits of the people involved, but it doesn't have to. This memoir, as you might expect from a poet, is the author's private interior monologue. It is more about her than about Tuscany; that is what I loved about it. I don't generally like straight travel books. Nothing wrong with them; I just prefer autobiography. This book wasn't meant to be a travelogue. I didn't find her tone smug or superior; it was my impression that she was in a perpetual state of wonder at her great good fortune in finding the house and being able to acquire it. The key to her attitude is in a comment she made during the Christmas visit: "Is this much happiness allowed?" I rationed this book like a bag of my favorite cookies, slowing down as I reached the bottom of the bag, hating to have it end.