We had a fabulous time around the lake and stayed in a small village called Cadenabbia, a favourite stay of the British and indeed the royal family and we could see why. Very fabulous view of the Alps and across the lake. The american dominated Belaggio across the water had wonderful windy cobbled streets, hard work for the shopping though, and the train across the the Alps from Italy to Switzerland and through the Bernina pass [7000 feet!!!] gave me an experience of snow I have not had since I was a child. The statues and ceilings were awesome and gardens, even this early in spring, were glorious. The famous cathedral in Milan Il Duomo was so amazing I have no words for it.
So what has this got to do with reading, libraries and story telling? Well. My grandmother, or Nonna, was the youngest of a large farming family from Cassino in southern Italy, and the youngest of 7 daughters. Her family is spread far and wide, a sister and brother of my Nonna still live near their home village in Italy, but others moved to Scotland, France and America long before even my mother was born. It is a family history rich in adventure, drama and tragedy. There is also a tradition of story telling in the south, called cunto. So storytelling IS in my blood. You see, my wee holiday was just a lead in :-)
The cunto,
a traditional form of
Italian street storytelling, has been at the heart of Sicilian life for
centuries. It is an ancient form of improvisational
storytelling that thrived in Palermo over the centuries but is now almost
extinguished. Performed by cuntisti standing atop
wooden platforms, using nothing more than the power of their booming voices and
a single prop -- usually a wooden sword or cane --these stories lasted for
hours on end. They were epic tales that drove audiences to hysterics. Performers
were sometimes forced to modify their stories on the spot to please angry or
weeping crowds.
Traditionally,
the cunti revolved around
Medieval heroes, such as knights and paladins, and their epic adventures --
with the final battle being the peak of the performance.
Roberto
Genovese was one of Palermo’s last two authentic cuntisti in the ’50s and
’60s was tiny man who, in the middle of the hot summer, wore a bare white shirt
and holding a wooden sword, would tell cunti for hours and hours.
Only a select few still practice today in Palermo. Today the storytelling in Italy is about real issues, and the mafia, much like our TV soap operas. Stay cool until the next post.
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