Generally, the literature associated with Italy with which I am familiar has been chick-lit, and even that I've only seen in slant-eyed passing.
Cliché 1: Vespas. There always seem to be highly attractive young Italian men willing to appear at a moment's notice with a Vespa for the purpose of saving some lost white lady from unwanted advances or existential crises.
Cliché 2: Italy seems to be the place to go for the middle class white woman Pilgrim to rediscover herself and be figuratively reborn. I don't know if it's the nice pairing of "extremely old country" with "young American" that's the draw or how relatively easy it is to sketch in some nubile young Italian men willing to come a-courtin'.
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