When I think back to the four weeks I stayed, well cared-for, at Civitella, it fills me with great joy and already a bit of home-sickness. Our stay was like a school class trip with only the nicest pupils, accompanied by the most favorite teachers. In so far as I...
I came to Civitella to begin work on my third novel, and was glad to be able to do that, with surprisingly more ease and at a faster pace than I had thought possible. Along the way, and as a break from the novel, I was also able to complete work on two other books—one...
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True from a distance it appears like a 15th century castle, suggesting a state of decadence and idleness, Civitella Ranieri is in fact a factory. It is a factory of imagination, creativity and concern, in which I myself have been a laborer of words. I would choose...
“At first, so to speak… we hardly realize the extraordinary events to which we are witness…” he began, rather quietly, and hearing his whisper, everyone immediately stopped speaking, in anticipation of the storms of laughter to come. “The brilliant light of the Sun,”...
