Bambina by Francesca PireddaBambina by Francesca Piredda

Bambina

byFrancesca Piredda

Paperback | October 1, 2007

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In this novel set in the Rome of the 1960s, young Eugenia observes her cosmopolitan parents living la dolce vita, and guides the reader through the splendour and the mishaps of a happy childhood.

Francesca Piredda grew up in Rome, of Italian and French-Canadian parents. In school, she followed both the French and the Italian curricula. At eighteen, she had her first job in film production, a career she pursued in Canada and Europe. She now works in communications, and lives in Ottawa.
Title:BambinaFormat:PaperbackDimensions:224 pages, 8.77 × 5.58 × 0.75 inPublished:October 1, 2007Publisher:Porcupine's QuillLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0889842957

ISBN - 13:9780889842953

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`While it's a moot point whether these reveries really are based on the author's own life, they are so well drawn that they have the weight and feel of reality. The reveries are full of sharply observed detail, and delivered in a strong, appealing voice. In one that recalls Proust's famous madeleines, Eugenia describes an infatuation, at age 8, with mayonnaise. In the dark of night, she used to steal down to the family kitchen, open the Frigidaire and reach for the ``tube of Maionese Kraft. My prey. I would twist off the top and suck it in big long gulps. I think the spout was serrated, to make a pretty effect when decorating a dish. I swallowed serrated mayonnaise. Then, although nobody took the trouble to forbid stealing mayonnaise, I'd try to cover my tracks, plump the tube up, and feverishly twist the top back on the wrong way. I closed the door, which made an infernal racket, and returned, le coeur barbouillé, with a smeared heart, queasy, to bed where I dreamt such dreams as I could.'' '