Referenced In

Middlemarch
by George Eliot

"Shall you let him go to Italy, or wherever else he wants to go?"

2666
by Roberto Bolaño

"Then trains came from Italy and from the north of France, and Lola went back and forth like a sleepwalker, her big blue eyes unblinking, moving slowly, since the weariness of her days was beginning to weigh on her."

2666
by Roberto Bolaño

"The paratroopers themselves had always fought in the west, in Italy, France, one of them in Crete, and they had that cosmopolitan air of veterans..."

Rising Sun
by Michael Crichton

"Theresa Asakuma explained it was not her room; it belonged to a friend who was studying in Italy for a term."

The Travels of Marco Polo
by Marco Polo, da Pisa Rusticiano

"A giraffe—made into a seraph by the Italians—had been frequently seen in Italy in the early part of the century..."

The Travels of Marco Polo
by Marco Polo, da Pisa Rusticiano

"I do not find a value of the Venice palm, but over Italy that measure varies from 9½ inches to something over 10."

Devil in a Blue Dress
by Walter Mosley

"I had spent five years with white men, and women, from Africa to Italy, through Paris, and into the Fatherland itself."

Devil in a Blue Dress
by Walter Mosley

"I had gone through Africa and Italy in the statistics unit."

Angle of Repose
by Wallace Stegner

"visited La Farge at Newport, lunched at the White House, toured Italy and the Holy Land."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"There were other photographs—youngmen in Spain, France, Italy, Germany, Mexico, America . . ."

The Barbarian Nurseries
by Héctor Tobar

"“Hi, you’ve reached the Goldman-Arbegast residence,” said a woman’s voice. “We’re not here right now because we’re in Italy.”"

If He Hollers Let Him Go
by Chester Himes

"He waved at the PittsburghCourieron the floor. 'I was just reading about our fighter pilots in Italy; they're achieving a remarkable record."

The Tortilla Curtain
by T.C. Boyle

"…the old man there at the checkout—a paisano, he called himself, from Italy—he didn’t look at you like you were dirt, like you were going to steal, like you couldn’t keep your hands off all the shiny bright packages of this and that, beef jerky and nachos and shampoo, little gray-and-black batteries in a plastic sleeve."

The Tortilla Curtain
by T.C. Boyle

"She would call Patricia Da Ros late tonight, when it would be morning in Italy, and let her know what had happened."