I am happy to welcome Australian author Phillipa Fioretti to Book’d Out today. Phillipa lives at the bottom of the world – in the hills outside Adelaide, South Australia – with her husband and children and an assortment of animals domestic, wild and feral. She likes reading in bed and travelling.
Phillipa studied art, archaeology and museum studies and worked as an artist and lecturer for twenty years before starting to write fiction in 2006. Her interest in Italy and Italian culture, vintage cinema and fashion, Classical Rome and the ancient world and the history of food and eating, all appear as underlying themes in her books.
In 2008 she was selected for participation in the Hachette Australia/Queensland Writers Centre Manuscript Development Program.Her first book, The Book of Love was published by Hachette Australia in 2010, hand the sequel, The Fragment of Dreams was published in May 2011.
Today Phillipa is introducing her third book, For One Night Only, published by Pan MacMillan’s digital press, Momentum.
“In Italy, passion and danger share the same bed. When Ornella vacations in Sicily, she meets Hugh, an archaeologist working on a dig in the beautiful town of Taormina. Hugh convinces Ornella to join him on a trip to the island of Stromboli, where they hike up a live volcano at dusk. After a passionate night together Ornella, an actress usually focused on her career, suspects she’s in love. But after breakfast the next morning, Hugh vanishes. Ornella is left with Hugh’s phone, sunglasses and a sudden end to the love affair she thought she didn’t want. Desperate to know if Hugh ran out on her or if he’s met with disaster, she wants to search for him. But with an important screen test in Rome and her agent impatiently waiting for her, Ornella faces a dilemma. Little does she know the danger Hugh is in – and that she is the key to his survival.”
An engaging romantic suspense, read about Phillipa’s love for Italy before entering for your chance to WIN one of two copies…
I fell in love with Italy as a kid when I found an old book about the myths of Greece and Rome. I read that book over and over again. Then, as a teenager I saw some Italian films and was entranced by what I saw on the screen. It was so European and exotic, so civilized and pagan, sophisticated and vital. Unlike suburban Sydney where I grew up. This was pre-Internet, so images had more power and we weren’t as sophisticated or exposed to so much as we are today. Young love is a deep love and I still love Italy passionately. I married an Italian (and his family), my children are Italian citizens and I continue my endless struggle to master the language. So setting my books in Italy is very much about my own enjoyment of Italy and Italians.
Italians, like many Europeans, are not shy about showing their appreciation of a member of the opposite sex. It’s as natural to them as breathing. They accept love and romance as part of la dolce vita, the sweet life, which fundamentally means an appreciation of the details of living. The shape of a girl’s eyes, the excellence of a morning espresso, the flourish of a hand gesture, the crispness of the pastry on a sfogliatelle, all of these are subject to conversations that can go on for hours. For the more practical and dispassionate Anglo Saxon, this may appear as a frivolous way to spend time that should be spent fixing the economy or stamping out corruption. But you can’t erase hundreds of years of attitude just because bankers in another country got too greedy.
Italians, particularly in Sicily, have always lived with harshness and poverty, but not so much austerity, or austerity as defined as coldness or grimness. This is because when you have very little, it becomes important to get what little you have exactly right – in order to bring some pleasure into your day. The coffee must be extracted for one minute to achieve the perfect crema, the tiny cup must be heated, and it must be served with a glass of water to take away your thirst. As you sip your exquisite coffee, made for you with such nonchalant brio by the handsome barista with the bold, dark eyes, you know that while everything else may be bleak and beyond your control, you have this one moment of transcendence to carry you through. Who could not love a country where the art of the perfection of the ephemeral is practised on this daily basis?
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