Life Al Dente
Laughter and Love in an Italian-American Family
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- $18.99
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- $18.99
Publisher Description
With the irreverence, gutsy spirit, and warmhearted hilarity that made Pagan Babies a classic, here is the Italian-American experience served up by the author who has been crowned the Patron Saint of Humor.
Before the Sopranos, there were the Cascones....Life al Dente, the new memoir from the author of Pagan Babies, brings the same wit and wonder to the telling of Gina Cascone's Italian-American girlhood...well, boyhood actually. In an Italian family, few things are a greater handicap than being born female, but Gina's Dad generously decided to overlook this shortcoming and raise Gina as a boy -- the son he always wanted. As lawyer to numerous "alleged" mobsters, Dad had some colorful clients who would regularly gather around the basement pool table to talk business, drink, and be hustled by junior high Gina. There was no way Gina was going to turn into one of the big hair girls of Italian-American stereotype, but her journey would have all the bumps that come with that cherished immigrant ambition of moving from steerage to the suburbs in three generations. That sense of dislocation came early for Gina as her family moved from the kind of neighborhood where old men play bocce and the pet frogs are named Nunzio to one where Barbies and frozen food prevail. And though Gina's brains got her into the top high school, she quickly made the lonely discovery that she was the only one there whose name ended in a vowel.
In our overly pasteurized and homogenized world, there's a real hunger to find and celebrate our connection to old world roots and traditions. Life al Dente abounds in hilarious stories, but also rewards readers with a genuine and poignant contemplation of cultural identity.
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Cascone's contribution to the ever-burgeoning category of Italian-American memoirs is rife with classic images of massive family dinners and old spinsters who put evil spells (mal'occhio) on deserving family members. Yet for all its predictability, the account still manages to unpack the ethnic experience, as Cascone, who grew up in what readers can assume are the 1960s and '70s (there are no dates mentioned) in New Jersey, takes readers from her early memories of learning to say "vaffanculo" when she's angry to dating a "WASPy, preppie" kid who gasp! cuts his spaghetti when they're out to dinner. Cascone's style mixes her tough, "don't mess with me" personality with gruff humor, and her retelling of loony family fiascoes her uncle's attempt to shoot eels to eat for Christmas Eve dinner; her father's finger getting stuck in the steering wheel of a Jaguar he's test-driving; and Cascone's own victories "hustling" the neighborhood boys over pool games in the basement are comical and even sweet. The work covers Cascone's childhood and early college years (she recounted her Catholic school experiences in Pagan Babies) and deftly portrays the author's transition from being proud of her ancestry to ashamed of it (and the nose it gave her) and back again. Fairly chronological, the book is jarring only at the end, when Cascone abruptly changes gears to describe visiting Italy with her children and non-Italian husband after her parents have died. Spotty on dates and specifics e.g., readers never learn where, exactly, the Cascones live, and Cascone doesn't give her parents and sisters' names these reminiscences are simple yet heartwarming.
