Ahh Italy! The food, the sights, the art . . . the romance?

12 Sep

Having just returned from a vacation in Italy, I was struck by how much that country is a venerable feast for the senses. Smells and tastes of sumptuous food, sights of stunning art and architecture from cities steeped in history, the soul-stirring ringing of church bells, the rugged feel of the cobblestones beneath my feet while strolling the streets.

As a writer of both contemporary and historical erotic romance, I look at Italy as a near perfect setting. Certainly the Italians don’t shy away from love, and they’re not exactly prudish when it comes to the naked body, either.

Take a gander through any art gallery and you’ve got pisellos gone wild. Pisello, as I’ve come to learn, is Italian slang for penis. (the actual definition is peas) They’re all over paintings and sculpture, and contemporary Italy continues to celebrate the phallus through calendars. Yes, calendars. Every year you can get your copy of “Pisello,”  a standard wall calendar that comes with a different picture every month of the penis in all its glory. Ancient pisellos from the frescoes in Pomeii brothels, sculpted pisellos from Michelangelo. You want a pisello, or any form of nakedness, you can get it in Italy.

So we’ve got the nakedness, the sensual experience, the fascinating history . . . think powerful Italian families like Medici, Borghia, Farnese, Sforza . . . and it seems like Italy would be the perfect setting for historical romance. But yet, dear readers, we just don’t see it. Historical romances in the U.K. abound, and there are plenty in the U.S. as well. But Italy?  In my years of reading historical romance, I can recall reading exactly one book that was set in Italy. How about you? Anyone have a different experience? And if not, then why? Love to hear your thoughts on why publishers say “no grazie” when it comes to setting a historical romance in Italy.

Arrivederci until next time,

Elizabeth

10 Responses to “Ahh Italy! The food, the sights, the art . . . the romance?”

  1. Jennifer Probst (@jenniferprobst) September 13, 2012 at 1:08 pm #

    Love this post! I adore Italy and am looking forward to going back this upcoming summer. And yes, finally, a country celebrating the penis! I, too, rarely see any historical Italy novels, especially erotic – which could be so much fun! Love the new blog…

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    • elizabethshore September 17, 2012 at 5:39 pm #

      Thanks Jen! Really appreciate you stopping by. I owe you a picture. Saw your book prominently displayed in the airport and I snapped a pic.

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  2. Liz Everly September 13, 2012 at 1:15 am #

    Who comes up with these rules about where HR is set? I, for one, would love to read an HR set in Italy.

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    • elizabethshore September 13, 2012 at 2:54 pm #

      Me, too. It seems like such an obvious choice. Beautiful settings, great history, food! What more can a romance-loving gal want?

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  3. ellaquinnauthor September 12, 2012 at 11:32 pm #

    I’m going to mess her up the spelling of her name, but Jannine Corte Peski, writes historical romances set in Italy.

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    • madelineiva September 13, 2012 at 11:53 am #

      Good to know! Thanks for the recommendation, Ella. 🙂

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    • elizabethshore September 13, 2012 at 2:53 pm #

      Grazie, ellaquinnauthor! Ms. Jannine Corti Petska does indeed write romances set in Italy. So now at least we know of one!

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  4. Author Charmaine Gordon September 12, 2012 at 9:07 pm #

    Lady Smut? I love the very words. And the peni in all his glory. Delicioso! A pinch in the butt is all I got on my last trip to Italy. Well, not all. You haven’t lived ’til you’ve made love in Capri. So write your historical or contemporary and set it in Firenze or anywhere; against an olive tree or in an alleyway. I’ll buy it, dear Elizabeth and thanks for this informative bit of history.

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    • elizabethshore September 13, 2012 at 1:41 pm #

      Making love in Capri? Now THAT’s truly delicioso! Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment, Charmaine. You’re the best, my friend.

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