Arturo Vivante has a special place in American literature. Although Italian by birth, with a degree in medicine, he came to the United States in the fifties and wrote in English. Vivante offers us a feast of stories, many published in The New Yorker. We are given a taste of Italy and of himself that nourishes our humanity and spirit as few contemporary writers can. Wonder and love seem his most dominating emotions. His work takes us into the heart of Tuscany.
