Twisted Head

“A wonderful reading experience. You don’t have to be Italian to be moved by this powerfully touching memoir.”
–Mario Cuomo

“Not since Mario Puzo’s novel The Fortunate Pilgrim have readers been treated to such a sweet and sour tale of growing up Italian-American and of coming to appreciate the sturdy rock that is family.”
–Ken Auletta


“I couldn’t put it down. It’s one of the most hilarious descriptions of growing up Italian I have ever read.”
–Nick Pileggi, author of Wiseguy


“Like an Italian grandmother hugging you fiercely to her bosom, Carl’s memoir of his upbringing in the Bronx doesn’t let go . . . until you realize the melancholy one finds in joy and the joy one finds in melancholy.  A splendid and insightful read–as funny as it is sad.”
–Lewis Black


“Carl Capotorto’s book feels like a Sunday dinner as a kid–familiar and warm. It’ s filled with the same peculiarities, complications, and profoundly specific characters . . . all portrayed with great warmth and generosity of spirit. It made me fall in love with my own imperfect family all over again.”
–Edie Falco


“Take Russell Baker, throw in a little David Sedaris, then simmer with olive oil for Twisted Head, a memoir as poignant as it is hilarious.  Anyone who’s ever had a family–Italian-American or otherwise–will love it.”
 –Terence Winter, Executive Producer - The Sopranos 


“Hilarious, insightful, moving, and honest–a book that finally captures Italian-American life the way it really is. Wonderfully entertaining, it made me laugh, cry, and remember a world that is slowly disappearing.”
–John Turturro


“Carl Capotorto is unrelenting and wise in this hilarious yet poignant portrait of a young Italian-American’s coming of age by the heat of his father’s pizza kitchen in the Bronx. Written with honesty, verve and hope, Capotorto’s story is totally original yet deeply familiar–an autobiography to savor. I can’t wait for the sequel!”
–Adriana Trigiani, bestselling author of Big Stone Gap, Big Cherry Holler and other novels

“Carl’s journey ends with what we now call ‘closure.’ But the long and winding road to that point is filled with as much sweetness and pleasure as a chocolate cannoli.”
–EDGE