These four items appeared separately in the original version of the Around Naples Encyclopedia on the dates indicated and have been consolidated onto a single page here.
Today is Mardi Gras. I was made aware of that yesterday when I noticed a couple of very young children parading around in pirate costumes in the middle of Piazza Plebiscito yesterday. It is strange that in a city that has taken to foreign celebrations such as Halloween, they don't go in much for a traditional Catholic holiday, here. (There are, however, smaller towns near Naples that have traditional festivities for carnevale, such as Avellino and Capua.)
The only two cities in Italy with extravagant Rio–or New Orleans–like activities for carnevale are Viareggio—on the western coast of Italy as you move up the Ligurian coast past Livorno (quaintly known in English as "Leghorn") on the way to Genoa—and, of course, Venice. The only festival of that nature in Naples, I think, is the Festival of Piedigrotta on Sept. 8 and 9. I say "is," though "used to be" would be more like it. I don't recall ever seeing anything more than a perfunctory fireworks display, a far cry from the mile-long parade of floats, bands and outlandish bedizenment wending its way along the seaside public gardens to the Church of Piedigrotta years —decades— ago. The city keeps promising to revive it. Who knows? So, today, there were a few city-sponsored festivities around town, but nothing much.
My single experience with the Carnival of Venice (besides listening to Rafael Mendez' splendid trumpet solo on the piece of the same name!) was a number of years ago. It was freezing and there was much too much over–amplified music pumped into the crowd by crazed DJs from a local Rock station. A friend wanted to go and visit the tomb of Igor Stravinsky located on the cemetery island of San Michele in the lagoon. There, while he was moping over the tomb of the maestro, I walked around and found a remarkable inscription on a tomb from 1888, which said, in essence, this:
Rest in Peace, my Little Boy
We wished for you intensely, my beloved Nina and I. We had no son, but you were born lifeless, and your dear mother died, as well, giving birth to you, leaving me with five tender little girls.
I remember being struck by the enormity of it: this poor women had died trying to make up for her "failures" in producing nothing but girls. Her husband just had to have a son.It also reminded me of when I got married and moved to Naples. A young woman from a small town near Naples found out I was newly wed and said to me, "auguri e figli maschi"—"best wishes and male children". She was sincere, but it was one of those phrases that is well-rehearsed through practice, the traditional thing to say to newly-weds. Today, it has an olden ring to it, or at least it embodies the values of small southern towns, one of which values is (or was) the large family, preferably with a lot of strong male hands for farming. Having said that, it seems to me that whenever I pass through one of those places, I see an awful lot of women out working in the fields, or balancing heavy bundles on their heads as they walk along the roadside, or leading animals to pasture, so I'm not sure what all those strong male hands actually do. Maybe they're for wielding the traditional lupara —shotgun— though, again, I imagine women can be pretty good at that, too.
I see in the papers that 55.000 people have showed up in Venice for the beginning of carnevale, a celebration that will run through next Tuesday, Mardi Gras.
How can this be?—I
ask myself. Did I not identify last Tuesday, February
18, as Mardi Gras on the basis of seeing two
young children parading around in pirate costumes?
Indeed. There must be some mistake. Perhaps I was
thinking in a different calendar. The Coptic Christian
calendar, perhaps? That might be a way out, I think. I
don't know, however, that there are many Copts in
Naples. On the other hand, I do often walk by a small
private club called the "Circolo Mare Rosso" (The
Red Sea Club). Beneath that inscription is the
equivalent name, written in a very strange alphabet that
seems to be full of pitchforks and dyslexic versions of
the letter J. Yes! That must be Coptic, the end-stage of
ancient Egyptian, and now the liturgical language of a
strong minority of Christians in Egypt, an
overwhelmingly Moslem nation. I have somehow —just by
walking by the place— picked up on their early
celebration of the week before the beginning of Lent. I
rush down to check it out. Oops. The sign is in the
Amharic language, written in what is called Ethiopian
script, a derivation of the old Arabic alphabet. It
looks nothing like the Coptic script.
Hmmm. Maybe I was thinking in the Neapolitan Revolutionary calendar from way back in 1799 when Neapolitan revolutionaries redid the entire calendar after the fashion of Revolutionary France: January was called "Rainy". I think February was called "Foggy". I am not sure of that one, but the potential for confusion with the Seven Dwarfs is obvious and certainly could have been no source of strength to the Republic. Besides, they were anti-clerical, so I don't suppose reactionary Christian holidays were even recognized in the calendar. That, too, is out.
It can't be the Greek Orthodox calendar, because I don't know anything about that one, except that it uses the Julian Calendar instead of the Gregorian Calendar to calculate Easter, and, after dividing the vernal equinox by pi, they are bound to be a week or two off, just like me. I may just have to step up and forthrightly take responsibility for myself and blame my miscalculation on all on those little Revolutionary Orthodox Coptic kids running around Piazza Plebiscito last week.
[In spite of all
that, the Greek Orthodox faith has an interesting
history in Naples. Click here.]
modern Italian word for those festive bits of colored
paper, however, is coriandoli, from the
coriander plant (seen in the image, right). The
confusion probably arises from the fact that in the
Middle Ages the coriander seed was originally used
instead of almonds as the center of the sugar-coated
candy. The confusion is increased by the fact that in
the Middle Ages, people used almost any festive occasion
to throw things at each other—candy, rice, oranges,
rotten eggs, rocks, dwarfs, etc. In modern Italy, the
manufacture of both confetti (candy) and
coriandoli (paper bits) is still big-time
business. All parts of the coriander plant are edible,
and 100 g of coriander will provide you with 9400 IU of
vitamin A, among many other nutritional benefits.
Colored bits of paper are also edible.
4. Carnival in Malta. This is the link.