Nunzio Russo’s The Maestrale Voice could be defined as a painting, rather than a novel. The author’s delicate pen gently describes a century of Sicily, specifically the part of the island that gave birth to the product that most represents Italy: the pasta. His vivid descriptions include all aspects of the reality of those days, never forgetting the wonders of that land. So its colors, its perfumes, its sunsets, but also its people’s faces and their moods, their behaviors, their real essence: all these elements emerge on the surface of a canvas made of words.
This novel is not only the story of a pasta plant, but also the story of the families that gravitate around it; the background of a country that went through war, governed by the Fascist Regime which, in that land kissed by the sun, has merged its interests with the ones of an obscure power: the Mafia. But besides all these events, what mostly delights the reader’s minds and eyes are the images of a 20th century Sicily, cradled by the immense blue sea, caressed by the intense Maestrale.
This novel is not only the story of a pasta plant, but also the story of the families that gravitate around it; the background of a country that went through war, governed by the Fascist Regime which, in that land kissed by the sun, has merged its interests with the ones of an obscure power: the Mafia. But besides all these events, what mostly delights the reader’s minds and eyes are the images of a 20th century Sicily, cradled by the immense blue sea, caressed by the intense Maestrale.
