Art

This is a portrait of Deva Cassel (Rome 2004) in her role as Angelica Sedara in the Leopard, a 2025 television series. She played the daughter of a small town mayor who used his daughter’s stunning beauty to climb the social ladder. This was an effort in which she willingly participated, developing a character increasingly frightening. Aside from her beauty, I did this portrait because of the connection we have with the Leopard.

Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa wrote The Leopard, published posthumously in 1958 after rejections by several publishers. It is the story of his grandfather, Don Giulio Fabrizio Tomasi, Prince of Lampedusa, and the changes brought about by Sicily’s unification with Italy following Garibaldi’s 1860 invasion. In 1959 the novel won Italy’s highest award for fiction, the Strega Prize. In 2012 the Guardian named it as one of the top ten historical novels of all time. The 1963 movie, starring Burt Lancaster, premiered in 1963 to wide acclaim. I have read the book, seen the movie and the series.

We met Lampedusa’s nephew in Rome in 1999. At the time Gigi was writing a book. My wife was hired to help him write English, which was not native language, Italian. Anyone who’s tried to write professionally in a foreign language knows how difficult a task this is. Very few, such as the Ukrainian/Polish born Joseph Conrad, has been able to do so successfully.

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Most days Gigi and his wife took us to a roadside bar to have a granita, in this variation an shaved iced coffee topped with thick whipped cream. Locals like our hosts as well as truck drivers passing through loved to stop at this bar for a serving of their coffee granita. At night his wife often made pasta using the fresh herbs from their garden. One night she made pasta palermitana. You pan fry breaded fresh sardines – being just small fish of a number of varieties – and then stir them into the pasta. It was quite the treat. We have since lost touch with this couple.

Going by train from Rome to their house in Modica we crossed the Messina Strait. Aboard the ferry we walked to the bar, where we saw what turned out to be arancini. Neither of us knew what they were but now an arancini stand is always our first stop when in that part of Italy. For those who suffer having never had the pleasure, an arancino is a rice ball. There are many variations. One is stuffed with shredded beef and tomato sauce, coated with corn flour and then deep fried as they all are. The corn flour gives an orange glow, thus it the name ‘arancino (singular) and ‘arancini’ (plural),’ ‘arancia’ being the Italian for the fruit of the orange tree. On the way back to Rome we had a great view of the smoking Stromboli volcano. There is a piping hot calzone-like stuffed bread named after the volcano.