Author: Linda Falcone

Linda Falcone, an English-speaker and an Italian-thinker, is the author of three books with The Florentine Press, and others with Jane Fortune for the Advancing Women Artists Foundation. She has lived, taught and written in Italy for almost 2 decades.
October 3, 2018

The Florentine’s tribute to Jane Fortune

Reflections from Linda Falcone, Marco Badiani
July 14, 2017

“Invisible” sheds new light on forgotten artists

“Women artists of the past were rare, but those who worked professionally were both hugely successful and incredibly significant,” says Jane Fortune in a recent interview about Invisible, the new perfume by the artisanal perfumery Aquaflor Firenze inspired by her seminal book Invisible Women published by The Florentine Press in 2008 (currently available in a […]
January 12, 2017


The Tuscans talk, Bob Hesse believed, the way most people spend money. And whether the speaker is stingy or lavish, they are always clear about how much their words are worth. Bob was once called “bischero” by a Florentine newsagent who thought he best wise up and count his change. From that day on, it […]
December 1, 2016


The Flintstones are known as “Gli antenati” in Italy. And though half of the Hanna and Barbera duo was of Italian descent, their cartoon dubbers were apparently unaware that “ancestors” are revered spirit-beings whose wisdom lights the way through turbulent times. Fred, on the other hand, is a toe-stubbing grumbler. Wilma is a bit of […]
November 7, 2016
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Per Firenze

To start an article entitled ‘Per Firenze’ by conjuring a chat on a Roman porch is just a step up from heresy in Florence, so true-blue fiorentini may well be inclined to burn this article straight away, in the very spot that saw the end of Savonarola. In my defense, the porch in question delimited […]
October 7, 2016

The difference

There is something about the phrase “I live in Italy” that makes amicable strangers act like you’ve just announced you’ve won the jackpot. After their excitement dies down, the “inevitable” question pops up: “Did you fall in love there?” “Most certainly,” I answer, “Italy is just another word for infatuation.” Yet, if truth be told, […]
September 7, 2016

A horse is a horse

Francesco is a filmmaker and he and I have a good working relationship, unless you count the fact that he is the parade and I am the rain. A peaceable guy who sees the world through a wide-angle lens, he’s all about waiting. Waiting for the glare to go, and the noise to stop and […]
March 3, 2016

Some say love

I spent February 14 in a banquet hall in Venice’s campo San Samuele, across from a palace whose facade Casanova once climbed to reunite with the neighborhood’s most ravishing Rapunzel. Getting in and out of palaces the hard way appears to be a Venetian phenomenon because my cousin Federico and his now-wife also risked having […]
February 4, 2016

Rosewater and the Seven Dwarves

At the age of 22, Italian citizenship in hand, I decided to apply for my very first concorso statale. If you don’t know how to feel about this first sentence, I’ll tell you. A ‘state contest’ in Italy is neither a medieval jousting competition nor a Southern belle beauty pageant. Yet, it’s more evil than […]
January 14, 2016

The word that never was: expat

My friend Karla’s miniscule flat on via dei Bardi needs crowd control even when no one but she and her husband are standing in it. Still, New Year’s Eve at their place has been an annual tradition since the new millennium. More than a party, it’s a fire hazard. Far too close to midnight, Daniele […]