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RANDOM NOMAD: Patricia Winton, Crime Writer, Expat in Rome & Lover of La Dolce Vita

Place of birth: In a farmhouse belonging to my paternal grandparents near Pelham, Tennessee, on a snowy December night
Passport: USA
Overseas history: Italy (Marina di Pisa, Livorno, Rome): 1969-70; 1970-71; 2002 – present.
Occupation: Crime Writer. My protag is an Italian American journalist rebuilding a career as a food writer in Italy. She first appeared in “Feeding Frenzy,” one of the mystery stories in Fish Tales: The Guppy Anthology, edited by Ramona DeFelice Long (Wildside Press, 2011). She’s waiting in the wings in an as yet unsold manuscript, set in Rome. She will solve another crime in the novel I’m beginning next week (for National Novel Writing Month), set in Florence.
Cyberspace coordinates: Italian Intrigues — Notes about life in Italy, food and wine, mysteries and crime (blog); Novel Adventurers — Seven writers blog about their passion for culture, travel, and storytelling (collaborative blog); @patriciawinton (Twitter handle); and Novel Adventurers (FB page).

What made you abandon your homeland for Italy?
I had the opportunity to come live in Italy when I was quite a young woman, and I lost my heart to the land, the people, and the cuisine — not to mention the wine. I talked about coming back to live for years, but life intervened. Following 9/11 (I worked a block from the White House at the time), I really felt my mortality and decided it was time to make the move. Or to stop talking about it.

Was anyone else in your immediate family displaced?
One of my sisters lived in Panama for three years. Another lives in New Mexico, a state that many people think is a foreign country. One classic example: New Mexicans had trouble trying to get tickets to the Atlanta Olympics and were told to go the the Mexican consulate. The situation is so ridiculous that New Mexico Magazine runs a monthly column called “One of Our 50 Is Missing.”

Tell me about the moment during your various stays in Italy when you felt the most displaced.
“Bureaucracy” may be a French word, but the Italians invented it. If you don’t believe me, I invite you to consider the Biblical story of Christmas: a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed, each to his own city.

Getting together the paperwork to file for permanent residency was a nightmare. After almost a year of compiling documents, it all came down to what the Italians saw as a discrepancy: my passport lists my place of birth as Tennessee while my birth certificate, issued by the state of Tennessee, listed my place of birth as Pelham. Getting that sorted out took six months. During the interregnum, every document including my permission to stay expired. I couldn’t renew anything until the residency question was settled.

When did you feel the least displaced?
It’s always at table. On the edge of a Tuscan vineyard enjoying homemade pasta and good wine, sharing laughter with friends. Before a roaring fire in a chilly stately home with simple chicken and salad, but more laughter and wine. With a group of strangers in at a local market luncheonette, querying a table-mate about her meal and being offered a share.

You may bring one curiosity you’ve collected from each of the countries where you’ve traveled or lived into The Displaced Nation. What’s in your suitcase?
A morsa di prosciutto (prosciutto holder). While most prosciutto crudo sold in Italy as elsewhere is machine-sliced, traditional purists want it cut by hand. To hold the ham steady, it’s placed in the morsa, a large clamp that hold it, while a knife is used to slice.

Hmmm… I hope it won’t be deployed by the murderer in one of your crime novels as an instrument of torture! I understand that when you first went to Italy, you learned to make pasta by hand, and then took a pasta machine back to the United States, where you taught many others how to make it, while also writing a food column for a newspaper. We are therefore looking forward to the meal you are invited to prepare for Displaced Nation members, based on your travels. What’s on the menu?

Indeed, I’ll be serving a traditional Italian meal:
Antipasto (appetizer): Fiori di zucca faraciti (zucchini blossoms stuffed with mozzarella and anchovies, dipped in batter and fried)
Primo piatto (first plate — traditionally the pasta, rice, or soup course): Gnocchi di Zucca alla Gorgonzola (pumpkin dumplings with gorgonzola sauce)
Secondo piatto (main course): Grigliata Mista di Pesce (mixed fish grill)
Contorni (vegetable accompaniment): Finocchio (fennel)
Frutta: Pesca (peach)
Dolce (dessert): Tiramisù
Bevande (drinks): Acqua minerale frizzante (fizzy mineral water); and Falanghina (white wine made from one of the oldest grapes grown in Italy)

And now can you please suggest an Italian word or expression for the Displaced Nation’s argot?
One that I’m currently enjoying is in gamba, meaning “in the leg.” In general, it means “to be an expert” or “to be good at what you do.” But it means so much more. I wrote an extensive piece about the phrase at Novel Adventurers recently.

Halloween is nearly upon us, and many of our posts of late have been about horror and that sort of thing. Tell me, do you keep up American Halloween celebrations in Rome?
I haven’t really celebrated Halloween since I was a child. I spent much of my adult life working on political campaigns. With Halloween falling days before the election, I never seemed to get organized for it. Here in Italy, it’s a relatively new holiday and more for adults than children, really. Children dress up for carnival, wearing their costumes to school for days before Martedì Grasso (Italian for Mardi Gras).

There are Halloween-related items for sale (plastic Jack O’ Lanterns and such), but no pumpkins for making Jack O’ Lanterns. Those are reserved for cooking. If I do anything to celebrate, I cook pumpkin, either as a vegetable or as part of the primo piatto.

Also in keeping with the season, we’ve started exchanging expat horror stories on the site. What’s the creepiest situation you’ve encountered on your travels?
The creepiest thing that ever happened to me occurred many years ago on a train from Munich to Florence. It started off pleasantly enough. I shared a compartment with five or six other people. A couple of them spoke only German. One woman spoke Italian and German, a man spoke German and English, and I spoke English and Italian. We had a polyglot conversation, with people translating for others and listening to see how much of the foreign tongues we could decipher. It was lots of fun. They all left the train before I did, and each warned me to be careful on my long journey as they descended one by one.

Alone, I moved near the window, and the rocking of the train lulled me to sleep. Quite some time later, I was awakened by the conductor turning on the lights to check tickets. I discovered that I had been joined in the compartment by a man who was in the act of pleasuring himself in the dark while I slept.

Now THAT’s creepy! Readers — yay or nay for letting Patricia Winton into The Displaced Nation? Not only can she cook, but she can tell a shocking story! (Note: It’s fine to vote “nay” as long as you couch your reasoning in terms we all — including Patricia — find amusing!)

STAY TUNED for tomorrow’s post, another horrifying Displaced Q by Tony James Slater!

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10 responses to “RANDOM NOMAD: Patricia Winton, Crime Writer, Expat in Rome & Lover of La Dolce Vita

  1. Larissa Reinhart (@RisWrites) October 24, 2012 at 1:09 pm

    Hey fellow Guppy Patricia Winton! So glad to find you on Random Nomad, too! I’m a big fan of Italy. My husband & I went there for our 10th anniversary & loved it so much, we went back the next year to stay in an agri-tourism villa near Florence. Your least displaced place sounds like one of my favorite places, too!

    • ML Awanohara October 26, 2012 at 10:33 am

      Patricia is traveling but wanted to leave this response to your comment:
      Thanks for your comment, Larissa. Italy’s agriturismo can provide some fabulous vacations because they are close to the land and are in the heart of the “real” Italy.

  2. bookseedstudio October 29, 2012 at 9:27 am

    Ciao Patricia Winton!
    As a new Guppy I enjoy knowing about your mysteries set in Italy.
    Your answers are such fun to read, I know I’ll be buying your books some day.
    Italy is of special interest as my husband’s entire family on both sides is from Sicily.
    Thank you for being here & I hope to meet you on SincC/Guppy blogs/the listserv, etc. & of course, back here at Displaced Nation. Because of this post, I’ve signed up as a subscriber.

    Jan G. Annino
    follow me on Twitter @Bkseedstudio

    • Patricia Winton October 29, 2012 at 5:29 pm

      Jan, how nice to hear from a new Guppy here at Displaced Nation. Thanks for your kind words. I’ve never been to Sicily, but everyone tells me how beautiful it is. Thanks for signing up as a subscriber!

  3. Britt Vasarhelyi @BrittVasarhelyi October 31, 2012 at 2:47 pm

    Hi Patricia:

    Another displaced Guppie writer here. My temporary — 7 years and counting — landing pad is Panama. Loved your interview. Love Italy. This is a great site and I’ll be sure to revisit it..

    w/a Britt Vasarhelyi

    • Patricia Winton November 1, 2012 at 2:15 am

      Hi, Britt/Jane. Thanks for dropping by. Displaced Nation seems to harbor lots of Guppies! My sister enjoyed her years in Panama. What do you do there?

      • @BrittVasarhelyi November 1, 2012 at 12:50 pm

        It interests me how many folks seem to have spent time in Panama, Patricia. Such a tiny country but a lot to like here. I spend my days writing — “Message from Panama” comes out around the 15th, “Escape to Panama” is my WIP — drinking the world’s best coffee, grown in our own yard, and watching the volcano. Did I mention watching the volcano? (**)

  4. Patricia Winton November 2, 2012 at 12:02 am

    I had Panamanian students learning English with me in Washington before I came to live in Rome. I may have to disagree with you about the coffee! While coffee isn’t produced here, espresso was born here, and oh, is it good.

    • @BrittVasarhelyi November 2, 2012 at 3:52 pm

      I agree, Patricia, Italian espresso — almost any European espresso — is wonderful, but espresso is a roast that’s dependent on the amount of time the beans are roasted. You can roast the same bean different ways and achieve different flavors. You’ve probably heard of French roast. There are also Light American, City, Viennese, Italian, Spanish (the darkest of them all), and bunches more. They’re all dependent on the amount of time they spend in the roaster.

      Panamanian coffee is boutique coffee. Very little is produced compared to other coffee growing countries. The variety called Geisha sells, depending on the year, for $180 a POUND green! It’s the world’s most expensive coffee except for an Indonesian variety that’s passed through the intestines of a cat — the civet. Ugh. Not for me. For some years now, Geisha has won the world’s best coffee awards in all the regional and international cupping competitions. And several other Panamanian varieties routinely appear in the top 10. Coffee is a very, very big deal here and we sit right in the middle of it. By the way, the Japanese buy most of the crop and the rest goes to Switzerland, with a little bit going to specialty roasters in the US. The primary buyer changes from time to time. One year, the Swiss bought it all, another year it was the Germans.The variety my casa has is Geisha and we produce just enough for our own needs. But our property borders on a large farm and almost everyone here is surrounded by coffee. So, enjoy your espresso. Who knows, maybe a little bit of Panamanian coffee has made its way to Italy! 🙂



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