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As some of you will know, my husband and I
recently spent a lovely week in Italy, sampling the delights of Pompeii,
Herculaneum, Paestum, the Amalfi Coast, assorted volcanoes and a few bottles
of Prosecco. Needless to say, I took my trusty copy of The A-Z of Understanding Italians by Steve Emmett with me. Now, if
you haven’t already got your copy of this indispensable little book, I suggest
you remedy that right now because, I’m telling you from experience, very little
of what you encounter in Italy will make sense without it.
I’ve asked the author of this little gem –
my friend and fellow horror writer, Steve Emmett – to join me today as I share
with you some of my experiences, in particular those relating to road etiquette.
Steve is eminently qualified to shed light on the quirkier aspects of Italian
life as he lived there for many years.
Now, Steve, let’s talk about road behaviour
in Italy. The first thing we encountered was the Italian disdain for traffic
lights, signals and even directions. We were on a coach, on a single lane
carriageway, about to join the autostrada
when, all of a sudden, this bloke in a car came towards us. He swerved onto the
side of the road, narrowly missed us and sped off, to the accompaniment of much
horn blaring and gesticulations from other drivers. I understand that this is
quite usual behaviour in Italy. Surely this must lead to tons of accidents –
although, I have to say, I never saw one.
Steve:
It is amazing that there aren’t more accidents and fatalities to be honest.
Whenever I used to raise the issue of their aggressive and foolhardy driving,
my Italian friends used to say that it makes them very safe because they drive
fast, take ‘calculated risks’ and, as a result, their reaction times are the
best in Europe. But I have my doubts. Did you notice how many cars did NOT have
scratches and knocks? I had a colleague who used to insist on driving me around
in his Mitsubishi off-roader whenever I visited. He was all of 5’1” and used to
have his seat fully forward, hunched over the steering wheel, leaning forward
to peer out of the windscreen. I guess he was keen to keep his eye on the car
in front, which he kept at a distance of 1cm while maintaining a speed of no
lower than 100Km/h. He used to laugh when I told him he would have an accident.
The last time I saw him he was on crutches and the Mitsubishi was no more.
Now you mention it, pretty much every car I saw - even the big, flash ones - had dents and scrapes in the paintwork! Another time, we were enjoying a beer in
the main square of the little town where we were staying. Cars, vans and those
infernal little Vespas and Hondas (more of them later) jockeyed for position,
as they converged on the square from any one of four different streets. It
seemed that whoever had the loudest horn had right of way. A local policeman,
all dressed up in his smart uniform, just stood and watched them. When the inevitable
snarl up happened, he watched it for a while and then wandered off back to his
car. Is this usual?
Steve:
Whaddya mean, infernal Vespas? I love them and you cannot be an Italophile if
you don’t! But yes, why would the policeman want to risk spoiling his uniform
by doing any work? It’s all image, you know.
Another thing we noticed was the Italian attitude to parking. It seems that, in Naples at least, if a driver cannot find a suitable parking space he (or maybe she, but we mainly saw males doing it) just stops his car anyway – even if it blocks the road. Much gesticulating and colourful language from angry fellow drivers may ensue, but the police seem to vanish into thin air and the car stays ‘parked’ where it is until its owner returns. Is this a peculiarly southern Italy thing or does it happen everywhere?
Steve:
It is worse in the south. The further you get from the Swiss border, the more
relaxed the Italians become, and that includes in their attitude towards
parking. You have to remember that Italians do not have a sense of personal space like northern
Europeans and tend to think of what they want – I am told it’s a result of centuries
of fragmentation. So if Giovanni needs to stop the car and he blocks you, so
what? Why would you mind? It isn’t an aggressive action at all. Daft maybe, but
aggressive, no.
The
most entertaining parking I saw was in Rome. A mid-sized Fiat pulled up to
assess the size of the space between two cars and decided to go for it. When
the space proved too short, a bit of gentle shunting back into the front grille
of one, and forward into the boot of the other soon solved the problem.
That explains quite a bit.
Our coach was negotiating the steep climb
up Mount Vesuvius when a carload of policemen flagged us down. They were coming
down the mountain. They casually told our driver that another coach was on its
way down and its gearbox had failed. Our driver, equally as casually,
acknowledged the warning. The police drove off and we carried on. A couple of
minutes later, this coach comes hurtling down the road. Its driver and
occupants – who all looked as if they might be Italian – seemed unperturbed by
it all, whereas us Brits feared for their safety. Are Italians just naturally
braver than we are?
Steve: The line between bravery and
stupidity is so thin that you don't know you've crossed it until you're dead.
Now then – those Vespas and Hondas. Nifty little
things, I grant you. But they’re everywhere. And I mean everywhere. You think you’re in a pedestrianized area and, all of a
sudden…well, put it this way: We were ambling along a crowded street in Amalfi,
minding our own business and looking in the windows of the many souvenir shops
when, all of a sudden, I was caught in a pincer movement between a Vespa,
ridden by a chap in a bright yellow helmet and a Honda whose owner was a young
woman dressed from head to toe in black leather, with sunglasses and a
determined, slightly aloof look. Neither spoke. I, on the other hand, squeaked
and leaped for safety. From the casual way they rode off I can only assume this
is a regular occurrence, would I be right?
Steve:
Cat, you’re getting the hang of it now. Soon you’ll be able to survive in Italy
all on your own. Just wait until you are
sitting inside a trattoria and a Vespa buzzes past your elbow – it will be the
chef, late again.
I think I would need liberal doses of Valium - or even more Prosecco!
Onto another subject. I understand that the Naples area is the most densely populated in the whole of Italy – three million people. And they are all living in the shadow of Vesuvius which, it is thought, will erupt again before long, creating much the same catastrophic devastation as occurred in AD79. Do Italians have a death wish?
Steve:
You forget that even the biggest mob boss with blood on his hands is a devout
Catholic and the entire nation has god on their side. And they go to
confession. So they will be saved. I also refer you to an answer I gave some
moments ago ;-
Well, I have to say that despite several
instances of my life flashing before my eyes and having to leap out of the way
just in time to avoid being mown down by a Ferrari on a pedestrian crossing, I
had a wonderful time in Italy. Pompeii and Herculaneum were stunning, the food and wine were
delicious, and nothing can beat sitting on our balcony, resting our weary feet
while gazing out over the Bay of Naples at the deceptively peaceful Vesuvius.
What are your fondest memories of your time in Italy?
Steve: Oh, so many, Cat. Despite my love of poking fun, the people. I
laughed so much when I lived there. Then: sun, big skies, the light, the rain,
the wind, the thunder, lightning, sand storms, food, wine, nature, sea, sand,
cicadas, driving over vipers and hearing them go ‘pop’, endless nights down the
garden with the fireflies – and the buzz of Vespas in Rome and Florence.
Ah yes, now you mention the wildlife, I fell in love with these little lizards. They were everywhere - one even came to visit us on our balcony. So sweet. The one in the photograph deliberately posed for his close-up, then scurried away. But you can keep the Vespas!
Thank you for being my guest today, Steve!
Ah yes, now you mention the wildlife, I fell in love with these little lizards. They were everywhere - one even came to visit us on our balcony. So sweet. The one in the photograph deliberately posed for his close-up, then scurried away. But you can keep the Vespas!
Thank you for being my guest today, Steve!
You can buy The A-Z of Understanding Italians here:
About the Author:
Steve Emmett is a British author,
occasional book reviewer and a member of the Society of Authors. Born in
Harrogate, the genteel Yorkshire spa town where Agatha Christie hid away from
the world thirty-two years earlier.
But Steve’s home town is actually
Knaresborough, once a fiercely independent Urban District Council which was led
for many years by Steve’s grandfather William Emmett. Knaresborough is now part
of the Harrogate District and retains a small Town Council with little power.
In the 1980s Steve served on both councils before breaking loose and heading
back to big city life. Knaresborough is famous as the home of Mother Shipton, a
cave-dwelling hag who foretold the future. Was she a witch as some say?
Doubtful, but as a child Steve often visited her cave and petrifying well. He
thinks this may have something to do with his interest in the dark and
mysterious.
After attending King James’s (Grammar)
School in the town Steve went to the York College of Arts and Technology where
he took a diploma in construction and surveying, then to the Architectural
Association School of Architecture in London where his eyes were opened.
Steve’s Yorkshire father had no time for
the artistic talents being developed at the AA and all but dragged him back to
Knaresborough to provide slave labour for the ‘family building firm’. After
building a few highly compromised houses Steve returned to London in 1987. For
over twenty years he ran his own real estate agency specializing in Italian
country homes and, for almost ten years, lived by Lake Trasimeno in Umbria, the
setting for his horror thriller, Diavolino.
Born at the end of the 1950s, Steve grew up on Dennis Wheatley novels and Hammer Horror films, and on many occasions started to put pen to paper. Completely dissatisfied and unfulfilled with his career, Steve decided in 2008 that he wanted to write and began Diavolino. Right now he is completing three dark, psychological novels and some short stories. Steve’s work is influenced by the writing of John Ajvide Lindqvist, Stephen King, M R James, Anne Rice, Yasmina Khasra and Joanne Harris (and one or two others), but he has his own distinctive style. Steve is an avid reader of horror and psychological suspense, and works as an occasional reviewer for the New York Journal of Books. He currently lives in the Yorkshire Wolds with his long-term partner, and visits his adult son in London as often as he can.
Born at the end of the 1950s, Steve grew up on Dennis Wheatley novels and Hammer Horror films, and on many occasions started to put pen to paper. Completely dissatisfied and unfulfilled with his career, Steve decided in 2008 that he wanted to write and began Diavolino. Right now he is completing three dark, psychological novels and some short stories. Steve’s work is influenced by the writing of John Ajvide Lindqvist, Stephen King, M R James, Anne Rice, Yasmina Khasra and Joanne Harris (and one or two others), but he has his own distinctive style. Steve is an avid reader of horror and psychological suspense, and works as an occasional reviewer for the New York Journal of Books. He currently lives in the Yorkshire Wolds with his long-term partner, and visits his adult son in London as often as he can.
Steve is a member of the Society of
Authors, the British Humanist Association and a BHA Funerals Celebrant, and a
member of the committee of Galha LGBT Humanists. He is about to start work on a
full-length humorous novel loosely based on his adventures in Italy.
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ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, Cat, as ever.
ReplyDeleteAh, two of my favourite horror-ble people. :-) Thank you SO much for this delightful trip to Italy. As a fellow Italophile, I acknowledge that the Vespa is a highlight of a trip there, albeit damn dangerous! Thanks Steve and Cat. Loved this post. (Oh, and Steve, it was my first insight into your life. Great bio.)
ReplyDeleteWhat a fab idea for a blog, not to mention a fab funny blog. I feel I've been there folks!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Shehanne. I think you'd love it there. So much history, quirkiness and a unique atmosphere. Not to mention spectacular scenery. You;d end up writing an Italian historical - guaranteed!
DeleteThanks for joining us, Noelle. Glad you enjoyed the trip!
ReplyDeleteHi Cat and Steve. Loved this post! Steve I need your Italy book. Italy is one of my favorite countries, but things really do run a bit differently there, don't they? I'm shocked that we don't read reports of massive incidents of people getting run over trying to cross the streets in Rome. At least amongst the tourists! It's a death race, for sure. Even if you are in a cross walk. Really enjoyed this little journey. Loved the sideways parked car!
ReplyDeleteHi Sharon. Thanks for dropping by. Yes, Italy is unique and a little scary for pedestrians - even in the small towns we were (mostly) in. The drivers do certainly appear to have fast reactions. You just have to keep your nerve I suppose! I have experienced worse though. In Luxor (Egypt), there were road signs stating, 'To stop at a red light is a courtesy to other road users.' Needless to say, no one did!
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