Stranger in Italy

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When Mr.Kubly left
Italy after fourteen months of travelling
round the country, from Piedmont in the
north to Sicily in the south, drinking in her
beauty and poverty and warm-heartedness
and gaiety and unhappiness, he found that
he no longer thought wholly as an Ameri-
can, but contained two selves, an American
self and an Italian self. For during his stay
he had learnt to know this lovely country
as very few foreigners can hope to do, and
had been accepted as a friend by Italians
in every city and village which he visited.
An accomplished journalist, a one-time art
critic, blessed with the gift of being at once
sympathetic and objective, compassionate
yet unsentimental, he brings Italy and her
countrymen to life as very few writers have
done. His book is at once funny, exciting,
tragic and evocative, and brilliantly read-
able from the first page to the last.
Mr. Kubly went first to Rome, as was
proper—the Holy City in a Holy Year,
crowded with devout... Tovább

Fülszöveg

When Mr.Kubly left
Italy after fourteen months of travelling
round the country, from Piedmont in the
north to Sicily in the south, drinking in her
beauty and poverty and warm-heartedness
and gaiety and unhappiness, he found that
he no longer thought wholly as an Ameri-
can, but contained two selves, an American
self and an Italian self. For during his stay
he had learnt to know this lovely country
as very few foreigners can hope to do, and
had been accepted as a friend by Italians
in every city and village which he visited.
An accomplished journalist, a one-time art
critic, blessed with the gift of being at once
sympathetic and objective, compassionate
yet unsentimental, he brings Italy and her
countrymen to life as very few writers have
done. His book is at once funny, exciting,
tragic and evocative, and brilliantly read-
able from the first page to the last.
Mr. Kubly went first to Rome, as was
proper—the Holy City in a Holy Year,
crowded with devout pilgrims from all over
the Catholic world. Then there was Milan,
where he sat in the royal box at La Scala;
Siena, during the horse races; Florence,
in the midst of the political campaign
of 1951; carnival time at Viareggio; Pisa,
marked with the dreadful desolation of
war; the strange town of Lucca, which
gives an impression of dark mediaevalism
and yet is really modern and prosperous;
San Gemignano of the many towers and a
cathedral that houses some of the most
splendid paintings in Italy; Capri and
Taormina, filled with a languid, drifting
international set, which flitted from one
fashionable centre to another, according to
the season. There was Orvieto, city of a
golden wine and a cathedral lovingly called
"the golden lily", the home of frescoes by
Luca Signorelli which Michelangelo travel-
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