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...
Surrounded by beauty, history, nature, and stimulating exchange with other Fellows, Civitella offered me an amazing time to reflect and focus. I am looking forward to go home with my memories and experiment. I feel the full anticipation for the new concept and...
“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,”...
