Love and War in the Apennines

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It is one of the many phrases of the time that add to the resonance of Love and War in the Apennines (1971), a vivid memoir of Eric Newby’s capture, escape and recapture in Italy’s mountainous terrain during the later years of the Second World War. Wanda is the kind of woman that would make every red-blooded male move to Italy, and Eric is the kind of man every woman would fall for. It's also an evocation of the way of life of the people who sheltered him and the emergence of his love for the simple honesty of their peasant economy and lifestyle. Love and War in the Apennines is a book of romantic escape, overseen by the suffering of war, which shows how it ripples out across society and into fragile human lives. First Edition thus, with illustrated title-spread and illustrations in the text; pictorial tan cloth, upper board and backstrip lettered in cream and black, a near fine copy in publisher's board slip-case.

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I have just reread this some years after I first discovered it, and was surprised to find how much of the story came as a surprise to me as I had forgotten all but the barest outline of the story.On the morning of 9 September 1943, my father and 500 other mainly British officers stepped through a hole obligingly cut in the barbed wire fence by their former captors at Fontanellato prisoner-of-war camp, near Parma in northern Italy.

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He and his colleagues fail to make their rendezvous with a British submarine and are picked up by a fishing boat. Life in the Appenines was already hard enough for the inhabitants, and the risks they took to help a fugitive were truly heroic. Based on Eric Newby's autobiographical story of his wartime experiences in Italy, 'In Love and War' is a tale of how a young English soldier meets and falls in love with a lovely young Italian woman, Wanda, in a small Italian town in the Apennines.What upset me more than anything, quite irrationally, was the thought that if we drowned – which seemed more than probable – none of our people would ever know what had happened to us and why.