It has always been my belief, that writers of fictional works shouldn’t have an aggrandized agenda behind their writing; it has been my experience that those that did become ‘preachy,’ a place I never wanted to go. And yet I will admit, here and now, that part of my emphasis on Italian historical fiction is not only to throw a light on my own ancestral homeland, but in doing so, also hammer a crack in the perception that all Italians were or are in the Mafia, that if Italians should be noted for anything, it should be for their creative and artistic acumen, their ingenuity, and their passion for life.

The first names to roll off the tongue need little if any explanation…Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Raphael, Donatello, Dante Alighieri, and Petrarch…all artists whether of the pen, the brush or the chisel, they are considered some of the greatest the world has ever produced…Italians all. There is of course that friend of da Vinci’s, one Galileo Galilei.

Disregarding the contributions during antiquity and of the early Romans—monumental as those contributions to humanity may be—there have been nineteen Italian Nobel Prize Winners; one in economics, one in chemistry, five in both physics (including Marconi and his development of radio transmission) and physiology/medicine each. Of the six who won a Nobel Prize in Literature, Giosuè Carducci (1835-1907) was a poet, noted historian, and an eminent orator. His work would be the standard for many successive and highly successful Italian poets to follow. Walking in the footsteps of some of the greatest literati of all time, Dante and Petrarch, Carducci’s work was considered cutting edge and, at times, extremist. One Italian, Ernesto Teodoro Moneta (1833-1918), was the recipient of the Nobel Prize in Peace for his commitment and the foundation of the “Lombard Union for peace and arbitration.”

It was Eugenio Barsanti (1821-1864) who invented the first internal combustion engine driven by gas and Tito Livio Burattini (1617-1681) who developed a system of measurement based on time upon which today’s International System of Units is based. A man many may be especially thrilled with is Antonio Benedetto Carpano (1764-1815) a distiller who became famous for inventing Vermouth and consequently the concept of an aperitif. It was an Italian, Giovanni Caselli (1815-1891) who invented the pantelgraph, the precursor to the fax and another, Bartolomeo Cristoforo di Francesco (1655-1731) who invented the piano. And who cannot help but send up a word of gratitude, Italo Marcioni, the Italian American who invented the ice cream cone. Maria Montessori (1870-1952) is forever remembered for her philosophies and teaching methods that are more utilized now than during her own era, and grow more and more popular every day.

There are currently more Italian opera singers than of any other nationality, except American, and a majority of those are of Italian heritage (such as my son).

Italian violins are considered the archetype of the instrument; the oldest violin, the greatest violin of all times, and the most famous violin were all made by Italian hands. My own grandfather, Michele Galiano Russo (born 1896 in Foggia, Italy, d 1966 Providence, RI) was a violin player and maker, one of which rests in the Smithsonian Institute (and pictured at left).

And where would any of us be without Marco Polo, Christopher Columbus, Amerigo Vespucci, and Giovanni da Verrazzano, to name but a few of the astounding Italian explorers.

It is estimated that since the beginning of the Mafia, its roots in the tenth or eleventh century Sicily, perhaps thirty to forty thousand Italians and Italian Americans have been involved in the crime organization that began as a form of family protection against the feudal lords and barons. Today, Italy’s population is cited at 60,483,521 making the percentage of those involved in the organization less than .05%, and that does not include the millions of Italian Americans equally unsullied by the most despicable of minorities.

Few movies or television shows have ‘glorified’ any of the great Italians mentioned above as they have the Mafia and, unfortunately, far too many opinions are cemented in these odious portrayals. I ask two things: read and learn about these extraordinary individuals (and the hundreds of others not mentioned) and speak of Italians if you will, if you must as this blog has proved, but speak of us con rispetto…with respect.
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message 1: by Patrick (new)

Patrick Wow, all the research that went into that blog....just like we Irish, I don't drink (much) and I do have a fulfilling work experience. The sterotypical races never ends, however, I loved 'The Sopranos'!!


message 2: by Donna (new)

Donna Morin Thanks very much, Patrick; it was a labor of love. Agreed, the Irish do have the 'drinking' branding, though it is far less egregious than being murderous. And it's wonderful to enjoy such compelling works of fiction as long as their sins are not ascribed to a whole nationality.


message 3: by Diane (new)

Diane We so sterotype people that we forget that not everyone is like that. I'm married to an Italian and his family are the sweetes people you want to know and they are not in the Mafia alot of others are not that way. Thank you for for your research on what wonderful people they can be and how much they have done for us.


message 4: by Patrick (new)

Patrick I grew up in an Irish-Catholic home and Church. There was a perpetual duel between the Irish-Mcs & Italians-Wops at my high school(Father Ryan-Nashville, TN). To be honest, my click couldn't stand most of the 'wop-sicles/diegos' and vice-versa, petty jealousies mostly but in retrospect and as time went on, we all became the best of friends and remain so today!! We still joke around, but all in good humor.


message 5: by Donna (new)

Donna Morin Thank you, Diane; I greatly appreciate your kind words!


message 6: by Donna (new)

Donna Morin Patrick...luckily with age and the wisdom that comes with it we learn such petty prejudices are meaningless. Glad you found friends where you were least looking!


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