The Italian Party

A new novel by Christina Lynch

Indie Next List, April 2018

“A story that froths with gossip and is sweetened by intrigue… Delicious and positively drinkable.”

–Becky Petterson, Bloomsbury Books, Ashland, OR

Publishers Weekly

“In Lynch’s perceptive debut, set in 1956, Michael and Scottie Messina are a glamorous young American couple who have arrived in Siena, Italy… The story plays like a confectionary Hollywood romance with some deeper notes reminiscent of John le Carré and Henry James. Scottie is a resilient main character who might have been played by Grace Kelly or Audrey Hepburn in a 1950s movie adaptation of this entertainingly subversive take on that seemingly innocent period.”

Publishers Weekly

Library Journal

“In her gracefully written debut, as effervescent as spumante, Lynch dramatizes the allure and power of secrets – in politics and in marriage – while depicting with sly humor the collision between the American do-gooder naïveté and Italian culture. Italophiles and anyone interested in spying and the expat experience will love the spot-on social commentary.”

Library Journal (Starred Review)

Bob Hellenga

“Christina Lynch’s hapless American newly-weds give us plenty to worry about as they dig their way into the dark heart of Italy (1956) and into the even darker heart of the CIA. They give us plenty to laugh about, too, in this volatile mixture of old-world charm and cold-war politics.”

―Bob Hellenga, author of The Fall of a Sparrow

Julia Claiborne Johnson

“Imagine Beautiful Ruins plus horses; Toujours Provence with spies, a mystery and sex. The Italian Party is a fizzy, page-turning delight that begs for a Campari and soda!”

―Julia Claiborne Johnson, author of Be Frank With Me

Chapter One: La Lupa, the Wolf

“From Rome the coat of arms, from Siena the honor”

Tuscany, April 25, 1956

Newlyweds Mr. and Mrs. Michael Messina drove down the Via Cassia from Florence, he at the wheel, she with the map. The car was brand new, a two-tone Ford Fairlane in canary yellow and white, headlights gazing into the future, the only car of its kind in all of Italy. It was twice the size of the tiny, drab little Italian matchboxes they were passing, like an eagle amidst starlings.

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