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There is no need to repeat the well deserved compliments offered by other reviewers. He truly is a skilled writer.
But how far can I trust an author who demonstrates so little insight into his own behavior as he encountered the main love interest of the story. By his own telling he was apparently consistently unable to communicate emotionally and connect deeply with his romantic companion.

My only impression of Naples was a sun-filled afternoon many years ago while on a tour of nearby Pompeii and Sorrento. This book conjured those memories for me and made me want to go back and stay longer.
A delightful book, far more than a travelogue. Highly recommended!!!!

This is a series of travel essays on Naples. While some could be published as articles on their own, in this book they are uniquely tied together with the story of Hofstadter's romance. Or is it a romance? This is as unknowable as Naples itself, and DF lovingly shows us how mysterious it all can be. This is a gem of a book and I was sorry to leave DF and Naples when I finished it.

As a post script, could some of the underground network Hof. describes be lava tubes? We have some tall ones on the "Big Island" here in Hawai'i.

Post post script: I've come upon a "Smithsonian" article by Hofstadter from Nov. 2004 on the tunnels. The book presents them in an anecdotal way. The article is packed with info. and with one picture being worth 1000 words, there are 9 very good ones.

I loved this book. The author writes of Naples and its colorful characters with such affection and clarity. I could picture each of them and almost hear them talking and gesturing (especially the praying hands) in their unique Neapolitan manner. The author describes the streets and buildings so vividly that I felt like I was tagging along on his visits. I felt like I knew Benedetta and Nunzia, even Renzo, and I was truly sad when the book ended.

As I got to know these brave and sad people in this city so often invaded or occupied, I understood so well why my beloved mom and her family were so proud of their Neapolitan roots. On a family trip to Italy some years ago, my mom quickly picked up the Italian language of her youth. Many people complimented her and said she sounded like she was "from the North." On the contrary, she would reply proudly, "Sono Napolitana." This book helped me to understand the origin of that pride.

This book is absorbing and fascinating in content, in addition to being extremely well written. It's full of insights into problematical personal relationships, and also into perhaps the ultimate, complicated personal relationship: that between a foreigner and the city with which (and in which) he falls in love.

Naples is my least favorite among Italian cities, and this author didn't convince me to go there, but he presents Naples and its inhabitants most vividly, in all their complexity and ambiguity. While many foreign memoirists, and even ex-pats like the insufferable Frances Mayes, remain on the surface of the societies where they take up residence, confining their contacts mainly to other foreigners and treating most Italians as servants, Hofstadter lives and loves among the ordinary people of Naples, sharing their discomforts as well as their pleasures. His title is understandable, too--the "falling palace" that appears in one of his dreams is a metaphor of Naples itself-- always falling apart and yet never destroyed.

I knew Margot personally in her later years of life through church, yet didn't know this much about her until I read her book. I was so moved by her story....and stunned by the hidden corners of what we commonly know about Hitler's reign.

Her story is so compelling. I didn't put the book down until I'd finished it.

I'm very honored to have known her, she died this week. RIP, lovely lady.

As a writer who heard bits and pieces of this book while it was being shaped and polished in its infancy, I am blessed to have known the author and to have touched some of the pages before it was in print. Even more, I was touched by the story - and by Margot's talent-filled, heartfelt determination - even as she selected each word, diligently clarified each line, felt the agony and injustice of each offense against the innocent.

As an American farmer's daughter near Margot's age, and insulated from the horrors of war... I wondered in 1942, 43, 44, and 1945, what life must be like for a little girl under the Nazi regime.

Now I know. The privilege of finally reading this story in its entirety are almost inexpressible.

I weep, laugh and rejoice with Margot Fusser Blewett. And all who read her story. Bravo! Margot! Bravo! I hope you'll contact me.

Margot Blewett writes with clarity and intimacy about her family in WW2 Germany under Hitler. More than a memoir of growing up amid war time deprivation and destruction, it's also about how determined parents can keep their family together with values that outlast the worst of politicians with dominion over them. Similar to accounts that have endured in our own country's records from the War Between the States and more recently the Civil Rights struggles of the 1960s and 70s. Similar to family histories recounted to me by German friends while I lived in Germany for almost two years. Some families divided by philosophy or sense of duty, others united and unbreakable. One person, one family, one neigborhood can do the right thing, even if their lives are turned upside down in a world turned to rubble around them. Read Feet in the Fire, and appreciate her story. Imagine the truth about families all over the world today under similar conditions of official oppression by ruthless dictators who will stop at nothing for their own greed for power. Buy, read, and tell your friends about Feet in the Fire. You'll be glad you did. Voted best nonfiction of 2002 in a poll of my well read friends.

The author paints a picture of a time in history that many have forgotten and others never knew. Her personal and painfully honest emotions capture the reader. I did not want to do anything but read and get to the end of her story. What a treasure to have Mrs. Blewett's memories and life experiences in print! I believe this book should be taught in our schools.

I could not put it down!!! Margot writes beautifully. She tells about her experience as a child in war-torn Germany. I don't want to give any of it away. BUY THIS BOOK!

Ed Ruggero has written an absolutely fantastic history of some of the most significant airborne operations surrounding the Normandy invasion. To nit-pick the selection of the book title or a minute detail of 82nd Medal of Honor history from World War I doesn't do justice to the otherwise meticulous research and master story-telling of this inspiring author. This well-written prose is fast-paced and as readable as any historical fiction. Ruggero is superb in his description of small unit airborne operations in World War II. In my opinion, much better than the previous standard set by MacDonald's World War II memoir COMPANY COMMANDER. And just as good as Vietnam small unit memoirs - McDonough's PLATOON LEADER and Moore and Galloway's WE WERE SOLDIERS.

I have a friend who was in the 82nd Airborne's A Company and was a Pathfinder. He was 19 years old. I bought it for him and read it first. I have seen all the movies and heard all stories about Normandy but to read this book made me realize just how really terrible the battle for the bridge was. I had no idea just what they faced. I had visited the site and still had no real understanding of the battle until I read this book. I have even more respect for Max than I did before. What a tale. Bob Morriss

This is an excellent and easy reading book; however, I would recommend that the reader be apprised of D-Day history before reading it. It gives a wonderful insight to one more important advance into Normandy!

I read this hoping to learn about the history of the paratroopers on D-Day and got more than I expected. It gives the history of D-Day, but it tells it in such an exciting, storytelling fashion that it gives you a first person feeling for how terrible those days were. The sacrifices our troops made in WWII were incredible. Let's never forget them.

"I don't know a better place than this to die." When Lt. John "Red dog" Dolan scratched out this single line to a hard pressed squad leader at the La Fiere bridge, he simultaneously scribed his name into the short roll call of those Americans who have placed the love of their country and the freedom of its people ahead of their very own next breath.

I have read the account of Lt. Dolan at the little bridge over the Merderet in three other books of paratrooper history and none of them carry the weight and measure of Ed Ruggero's version in The First Men In. It is nearly impossible to read through chapter 12 and not find yourself gazing off into the ether, overcome by the willingness of these young men of the Greatest Generation to sacrifice themselves for less-great generations yet unborn.

While The First Men In is not a small unit combat history such as Band of Brothers, it follows several men - G.I. and officers - from their enlistment through their training, their midnight jump into the Cotentin and through the first days of the Battle of Normandy, delivering the intimate kinship with the characters that the reader so desires as well as the great sweep and desperate fear of near hopeless combat.

The First Men In is a book you will read more than once. In the way you might take a second look at a sunset, the heroism of the men in the pages compels you to turn and look over your shoulder again and again until the very last light fades, leaving you asking yourself at the last glint of purple if such a marvelous thing was really possible in the first place.

If you want to know why General Bradley would not land troops on Utah beach without these men, if you want to know why these men are correctly titled America's Guard of Honor, if you want to know why the local French have re-named the bridge at Chef du Pont the Pont du Capitaine Roy Creek, if you want to once again be warmed and comforted by the greatness of your country, read The First Men In.