You’ll fall for Adriana Trigiani’s ‘Kiss Carlo’
Nostalgia is the main ingredient in this hearty Italian-American romp
For Adri-addicts and newcomers alike, Kiss Carlo is a delightfully retro read from novelist Adriana Trigiani, best-selling author of The Shoemaker’s Wife.
Kiss Carlo (Harper, 544 pp., eeeg) is a sprawling story that stretches from Italy to Philadelphia and New York to interweave the lives of hardworking Italian families making a living in the years after World War II.
Nicky Castone is a soldier home from the war who devotedly lives with and works for his Uncle Dom and Aunt Jo as a cab driver for their company. Engaged for seven long years to Peachy DePino, Nicky secretly spends his evening hours working at a struggling local theater run by its determined director, Calla Borelli.
An illness in the theater com- pany puts Nicky at center stage, where he finds his passion. That passion doesn’t include Peachy, whose family comes after Nick when he jilts her in the middle of wedding preparations. Nicky gets the chance to flee the angry DePinos — and test his fledgling acting chops — by impersonating an Italian ambassador who is the guest of honor at a jubilee in Roseto, Pa.
Nicky and Calla’s chemistry is crackling; they don’t talk so much as banter. The path they must travel to each other’s side is winding but rewarding, mostly because of the characters they meet along the way.
Nicky and Calla are the stars of this show, but scene-stealers abound, including the hilariously wronged Peachy; Hortense, the black dispatcher who accompanies Nick on his caper in Roseto; and Mamie, the fetching young widow Nick falls for there.
If this plot sounds as contrived as a Doris Day-Rock Hudson screwball comedy, it is. But at a time when crass seems to trump class in popular culture, Kiss Car
lo may be just what we need, a warmhearted romp that’s a welcome escape from novels about girls who are gone/on a train/tattooed.
Kiss Carlo is set in a world where people don’t eat pasta, they eat macaroni, and the secret isn’t in the sauce but in the gravy. Now that’s Italian — and an incredibly satisfying dish to dig into.