Civitella Ranieri is an exquisite place to work. There is a grand feeling here of care-taking that is rare and stupendous and lucky. As if the goal of the staff, and the deeper spirit and mission of the place, is really and truly about the commitment to an environment that nurtures creation. The writers here were all shy types who needed much alone time, myself included, and this was deeply respected, and even encouraged, so that on long days of peaceful solitude, I felt I was doing what I was supposed to be doing here. My five weeks were some of the most productive of my life. And also, some of the most pleasurable, because of the warmth of the staff, the beauty of the countryside, and finally, the castle library, which offered chance encounters with books that shaped what I was doing in most helpful, and unforeseen ways.
From The Flamethrowers, by Rachel Kushner (Scribner, 2013)
It was through our conversations that I ended up wanting to go to the salt flats, but Sandro had his own ideas about roads and speed and land. He’d written a proposal when he was young, to make paintings by the yard to be laid out over the entire length of the Autostrada del Sole, which connected the north and the south of Italy. Practical and industrial methods in service for something of no use. The autostrada was built by the government with funding and encouragement from the Valera Company. Sandro had a photo of his father and the Italian prime minister standing together to celebrate its inauguration in 1956. Its name, Autostrada del Sole, made it sound hopeful in a fascist kind of way. Anything “of the sun,” Sandro said, was a code word for fascism. “My family helped ruin Italy,” he said, “by building this superhighway, Milan to Bologna to Florence to Rome to Naples, but it made us rich.” Sandro said highways primed us for a separation from place, from actual life. The autostrada replaced life with road signs and place names. A white background and black lettering. MILANO. A reduction, Sandro said, to nothing but names.
“No different than here,” I said. “You might as well deplore all highways.”
He conceded it was true, but said America was supposedto be a place ruined and homogenized by highways, that that wasits unique character, crass and vulgar sameness.
“It’s your destiny,” he said, smiling, his eyes filling with cold light.
“What’s your destiny?” I replied.
“To become an American citizen, of course.”
04/18/2023: Civitellians at 2023 PEN World Voices Festival
02/25/2023: MacDowell Spring/Summer 2023 Fellowships Announced
09/29/2022: Civitellians at the New Yorker Festival
06/27/2022: “The 25 Most Significant New York City Novels From the Last 100 Years” in the New York Times
05/01/2021: Rachel Kushner on What She Takes From Art (and Artists) in the New York Times
04/08/2021: Artists On Writers/Writers on Artists: Ed Ruscha and Rachel Kushner
02/22/2021: Forthcoming Book by Rachel Kushner
01/14/2021: Rachel Kushner Personal History in The New Yorker