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An odd book, interesting but lopsided in its structure, about a Victorian-era tourist's time in Sicily, and his friendship with a particular Sicilian waiter. The book is eventually revealed to be written for his godson, to explain how the waiter met his wife, but on that level it makes little sense. Why tell a Sicilian boy how Sicilian marionettes work, and spend chapter after chapter on their stories, when he will experience them himself?
As a work for English readers, it doesn't have quite enough of the other to make it interesting as a travel diary. The main fellow, aside from some racism, is an unassuming sort, and he is surrounded by generous and happy people. There is no real goal or disappointment in it, and so no real conflict. Perhaps, like some of Twain's books, it is ruined by television: none of the marvels are still marvellous, because we have seen them. Maybe it's that Italians are not some mysterious people, who live months away by road, doing odd things and eating odd things and worshipping odd things, as they were for Jones, but are people we know and work with, and whose customs are unremarkable. At the time the book must have been popular, because a sequel was written.
The reader of the Librivox version is brilliant, though, and shows that a good reader can draw you in to even quite sparse material.
An enjoyable travel journal written at the turn of the twentieth century, at about the time that my grandparents emigrated from Sicily. It was fun to read about the customs and traditions of the Sicily that they called home, and many of those ancient festivals are still celebrated today in that beautiful country.