the list 


films & TV

Brunetti - the TV Series

Constance Fenimore Woolson and Henry James in Venice

The Garden of Eden

The Dilapidated Ospedale
al Mare on the Lido

Doors & Windows   Venice & Cats


The Venice Questions
Authors interviewed

and my trips to Venice

The essence of fictional Venice is dampness, shadows, and melancholy decay.
Characters in novels set in Venice often go there to die, by design or by chance. So picturesque funerals with gondola hearses are far from unusual. Deception and the not-what-it-seemsness of things is another not uncommon theme for stories set a city famous for its Carnevale and masked intrigue.

Casanova is a popular subject, as the famous native exponent of Venice's other famous activity - the pursuit of pleasure. The city's learned courtesans once attracted as many visitors as did its more rarefied pleasures. Antonio Vivaldi is another of Venice's famous sons and the first decade of the 21st century saw at least seven novels and two plays all concerned with the women in his life, especially those he taught at the Pieta. The experiences of Jews, mostly female, in the 16th and 20th centuries in Venice have gotten a fair amount of treatment recently. Naughty nuns too, and rebellious women generally. At the turn of the millennium things had gotten more self-published and supernatural, with plenty of romance novels, with and without S&M episodes. As time has passed the list has become less comprehensive and more choosy.

Recommended reads are anything in the crime series of Donna Leon, Edward Sklepowich and Philip Gwynne Jones. Individual gems worth reading are With a Gem-Like Flame by David Adams Cleveland, The Mirror Thief by Martin Seay, Stone Virgin by Barry Unsworth, Alibi by Joseph Kanon, Michael Dibdin's Dead Lagoon, The Aspern Papers by Henry James, obviously, and more obscurely Pandora's Galley by MacDonald Harris and Heather Redding's Stealing Venice. And if you like a little post-Potter magic there's Mary Hoffman's Stravaganza - City of Masks and The Undrowned Child by Michelle Lovric




Aarons, Edward S. Assignment: The Girl in the Gondola
Adelson, Dorothy Cupid in Venice
Adler, Elizabeth Meet me in Venice
Aldanov, Mark Aleksandrovich The Devil's Bridge
Aldington, Richard The Romance of Casanova
Alexander, Tasha Death in the Floating City
Alison, Jane The Marriage of the Sea
Allen, Michael Mr Fenman's Farewell to His Readers

Amadea in Venice

Andahazi, Federico
The Anatomist
Andersch, Alfred Red-head
Appiah, Anthony Another Death in Venice
Appleby John Venice Preserve Me

Baldry, Cherith The Reliquary Ring
Ballia, Mimma Ruskin's Rose: A Venetian Love Story
Honoré de Massimilla Doni
Facino Cane
 (short story) download
Barbero, Alessandro
The Eyes of Venice
Barns, Charles Edward.
A Venetian Study in Black and White

Barnes, Simon Venetia
Baron, Alexander Strip Jack Naked
Barr, Emily The Perfect Lie
Beamish, Noel de Vic Venetian lady
Beaufort, Roxane
Stranger in Venice
Beaussant, Phillipe Rendezvous in Venice
Beeding, Francis The Black Arrows

Begley, Louis Mistler's Exit
Benzoni, Juliette Marianne and the Rebels
Bergren, Lisa T. The Betrayed
Berto, Giuseppe. Anonymous Venetian
Bhabra, H.S. Gestures
Bollen, Christopher A Beautiful Crime
Bouzanne, Lillian In the Hands of the Living God
Bowen, John The birdcage
Bowen, Rhys The Venice Sketchbook
Bowes, Florence Interlude in Venice
Braddon, Mary Elizabeth Venetians; a novel
Bradford, Barbara Taylor A secret affair
Brandreth, Benet The Spy of Venice: A William Shakespeare novel
Brandreth, Gyles Venice midnight
Brent, Madeleine. Tregaron's daughter
Britt, Katrina Strange Bewilderment romance
Brodkey, Harold Profane Friendship
Brophy, Brigid King of a Rainy Country
Brophy, Grace  A deadly paradise
Brown, David Alan The Secret of the Gondola
Bruni, Riccardo
The Lion and the Rose
Brylawski-Miller, Laura The Medusa's Smile
Burnham, David
Wedding Song
Butler, L.E.

Calvino, Italo
Invisible cities
Campbell, David Venetian holiday
Canning, Victor Venetian bird (US: Bird of Prey)
Cardew, Margaret A House in Venice
Carlotto, Massimo The Colombian Mule
Carroll, Stephen Venetian Cousins
Carroll, Steven Twilight in Venice
(aka The Love Song of Lucy McBride)
Carson, Anthony Any More for the Gondola?
Cartland, Barbara The Golden Gondola
Casagrande, Orsola (ed) The Book of Venice: A City in Short Fiction
Caudwell, Sarah Thus Was Adonis Murdered
Champney, Elizabeth Williams Witch Winnie in Venice, and the Alchemist's Story
Chance, Megan Inamorata
Charles, Edward Daughters of the Doge
Chase, James Hadley Mission to Venice
Christopher, Nicholas The True Adventures of Nicolò Zen
Clarke, Susanna Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell
Cleveland, David Adams With a Gem-Like Flame
Love's Attraction
Time's Betrayal
Cobb, Sylvanus Bravo's Secret: or, The Spy of The Ten
Cogman, Genevieve The Masked City
Coker, Carolyn The Hand of the lion
Coleman, Jane Candia The Italian Quartet
Collins, Pat Lowery Hidden Voices: The Orphan Musicians of Venice
Collins, Wilkie The haunted hotel
Cooke, Peter The Glass Dagger
Cooper, James Fenimore The Bravo download
Coover, Robert Pinocchio in Venice
Corona, Laurel
The Four Seasons: A novel of Vivaldi's Venice 2008
Cowan, James
A Mapmaker's dream
Coxhead, Nona Passionate Search
Cracknell, Ruth Journey from Venice
Crawford, F. Marion Marietta: a Maid of Venice
Crowley, Aleister Mortadello, or the Angel of Venice (a play)
Cusden, Richard The Lion of Venice

Dacre, Charlotte Zofloya
D'Annunzio, Gabriele The Flame (of Life)
Davies, Frederick Snow in Venice
de Blasi, Marlena A thousand days in Venice
de Facci, Liane Venetian years
de Guise, Elizabeth Bridge of Sighs
Delalande, Arnaud The Dante trap
Dessaix, Robert Night letters
De Witte, Ysabel A Daughter of Venice
Dibben, Damian The Colour Storm
Dibdin, Michael
Dead lagoon
Dingwell, Joyce Venice Affair
Ditson, Lina Bartlett Winged lion
Dowling, Gregory Every Picture Tells a Story
The Four Horsemen
Drake, Shannon Deep Midnight
DuMaurier, Daphne Don't Look Now
Dunant, Sarah
In the Company of the Courtesan
Duncan, Dave
The Alchemist's Apprentice
The Alchemist’s Code
The Alchemist's Pursuit
Dunham, Mike Casting for Murder
Dyer, Geoff Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi


Easterman, Daniel  Brotherhood of the Tomb
Edwards, Amelia B. The Story Of Salome short story
Ehrlich, Max Reincarnation in Venice
Elegant, Robert Bianca
Eves, Douglas Jane
Ewan, Chris The Good Thief's Guide to Venice
Eyre, Annette Venetian Inheritance
Eyre, Elizabeth Dirge for a Doge

Farjeon, Eleanor The Fair Venetian
Fermine, Maxence The Black violin
Ferrand, Georgina Assignment in Venice romance
House of Glass romance
Feuillet, Octave Onesta - a Story of Venice
Fine, Julia Maddalena and the Dark
Fiorato, Marina The Glassblower of Murano
The Venetian Contract (
aka The Venetian Bargain?)
Fleming, Caroline Dark Venetian romance
Fleming, Ian
Risico (in For your eyes only)
Franklin, Margaret Plague and Pleasure: a Tale of the Veneto
Friedman, Mickey Venetian Mask
Frutkin, Mark The Lion of Venice
Fruttero, Carlo & Franco Lucentini The Lover of No Fixed Abode
January 2024
Fuller, Anna A Venetian June online version
Funke, Cornelia
The Thief Lord
Furness, Audrey Some Day I'll Find You

Galland, Nicole I, Iago
Gash, Jonathan The gondola scam
Geddes, D. Grant Artifact: a Peter Grant mystery
(aka? Ruins of Grandeur)
Ghisalberti, Mario Flying fish - the Memoirs of an Eighteenth-Century Venetian
Ghosh, Amitav Gun Island
Gibbs, Mary Ann Most Romantic City
Gielgud, Val In Such a Night...
Girardi, Robert
Vaporetto 13
Godden, Rumer Pippa Passes
Golden, Christopher and Tim Lebbon The Chamber of Ten
Golding, Michael Simple prayers
Goldman, William (as S. Morgenstern) The Silent Gondoliers
Goodwin, Jason The Bellini Card
Gordon, Lucy Enchantment in Venice
Gould, Sasha Cross My Heart
Gregory, Philippa Fools' Gold
Grenville, Hilary Appointment in Venice
Grey, Shirley A Month with Cousin Garnet
Griffin, Nicholas The Masquerade
Griffiths, Paul Myself and Marco Polo
Grimwood, Jon Courtenay The Fallen Blade
The Outcast Blade
The Exiled Blade
Guinness, Bryan A Fugue of Cinderellas

Habe, Hans Palazzo
Hammond, Jane Silver Madonna
Harcourt-Smith, Simon The Heart of a Rose
Harris, MacDonald Pandora's Galley
Hartley, L.P. Eustace and Hilda
Simonetta Perkins
White Wand, and other stories
Haviland, Mark The Empire of Glass
Haybittle, Glenn The War in Venice June 2022
Hayes, Karen A Patch of Green Water
Haythe, Justin The Honeymoon
Healey, Ben Last Ferry from the Lido (aka Midnight Ferry to Venice?)
Stone Baby
The Vespucci Papers
Hemingway, Ernest Across the river and into the trees
Henderson, Michael E. A Beast In Venice
Henty, G. A The Lion of St. Mark: A tale of Venice
in the 14th century
Hewson, David
Lucifer's Shadow (aka The Cemetery of Secrets)
The Lizard's Bite
Shooter in the Shadows
The Garden of Angels

The Medici Murders
The Borgia Portrait August 2023
Hickman, Katie The Pindar Diamond
Highsmith, Patricia The Talented Mr. Ripley
Those who walk away 
The Rat of Venice
(in The Animal-Lover's Book of Beastly Murder)
Hill, Reginald Another Death in Venice
Hill, Susan The Man in the Picture
Hill, Suzette A A Venetian Venture
Hodge, Jane Aiken One way to Venice
Hoffmann, E.T.A. Doge and Dogaressa (in Tales of Hoffmann)
Hoffman, Mary Stravaganza - City of Masks 
Hofmannsthal, Hugo von Andreas
Holme, Timothy Funeral of Gondolas
Devil and the Dolce Vita

Gondola Gondolier
Holt, Jonathan The Carnivia Trilogy:
1. The Abomination
2. The Abduction
3. The Traitor
(aka The Absolution)
Hunt, Dorothy Ashes of Achievement



Lackey, Mercedes, et al The Shadow of the Lion
Laker, Rosalind The Venetian mask
Lamb, Charlotte Deep and silent waters
Langton, Jane The Thief of Venice
Lanzol, Cesare The Serpent of Venice
Laurents, Arthur The Time of the Cuckoo (a play)
(filmed as Summertime)
Lee, Tanith Faces under water
Saint Fire
A Bed of Earth
Venus preserved

Leon, Donna Death at La Fenice 1992
Death in a Strange Country 1993
A Venetian Reckoning
(aka Death and Judgment) 1994
An Anonymous Venetian
(aka Dressed for Death) 1995
Acqua Alta
(aka Death in High Water) 1996
The Death of Faith
(aka Quietly in Their Sleep) 1997
(Strange that the American titles were being changed to include
the word
death, until one came along with death already in it!)
A Noble Radiance
Fatal Remedies
Friends in High Places
A Sea of Troubles
Wilful Behaviour
Uniform Justice
Doctored Evidence
Blood from a Stone
Through a Glass Darkly
Suffer the Little Children
The Girl of his Dreams
About Face
A Question of Belief
Drawing Conclusions  2011
Beastly Things 2012
The Jewels of Paradise 2012
The Golden Egg
By its Cover 2014
Falling in Love 2015
The Waters of Eternal Youth
Earthly Remains
The Temptation of Forgiveness
Unto Us a Son is Given
Trace Elements
Transient Desires
Give Unto Others
So Shall You Reap
March 2023

Leviant, Curt Partita in Venice
Lewitt, Shariann Interface masque
Lindsay, Rachel Affair in Venice
Lovric, Michelle Carnevale
The Floating Book
The Remedy
The Undrowned Child
The Book of Human Skin
The Mourning Emporium
Talina in the Tower

The Fate in the Box
The Wishing Bones
The Water's Daughter
Low, Ona Murky shallows : a Story of the Venetian Lagoon
Lowry, Elizabeth The Bellini Madonna
Lutyens, Mary Meeting in Venice


Inchbald, Peter Short Break in Venice
Ishiguro, Kazuo Nocturnes
Jacobs, T.C.H. The Secret Power
Jaffe, Michele The Stargazer
Jakeman, Jane In the City of Dark Waters
Jakubowski, Maxim ed. Venice Noir
James, G P R Dark Scenes of History download ebook here
James, Henry Travelling Companions (short story)
The Aspern Papers
(short story) download ebook
The Wings of the Dove
The Pupil (short story) read/download
Johnston, Velda Masquerade in Venice
Jones, Belinda The Love Academy
Jones, Christopher White Phantom City rewritten in
2017/18 and retitled The Breath of the Zephyr
Jones, Philip Gwynne  The Venetian Game
Vengeance in Venice

The Venetian Masquerade
Venetian Gothic
The Venetian Legacy
The Angels of Venice
The Venetian Candidate July 2023
Jong, Erica Serenissima
Shylock's Daughter: A Novel of Love in Venice

Kanon, Joseph Alibi
Kate, Lauren The Orphan's Song
Keates, Jonathan Allegro Postillions
Keene, Carolyn Nancy Drew 72: The Phantom of Venice
Kelly, Sarah Bruce Vivaldi's Muse
King, Laurie R. Island of the Mad
Kininmonth, Christopher Maze
Kitchen, Paddy Blue Shoe
Knottnerus, Ivo The Secret of Paolo - the life of the
Renaissance painter Paolo Veronese in Venice

Kraus, Robert The Gondolier of Venice
Kuivalainen, Amy The Immortal City
The Sea of the Dead
The King's Seal

MacInnes, Helen Venetian Affair
Macalino, Tonya Faces in the Water
Stealing Lucifer's Dreams
MacCauley, Kay The Man Who Was Loved
Mackenzie, R. Shelton Titian - a Romance of Venice
McCabe, Amanda Scandal in Venice
McCutcheon, Hugh Comes the Blind Fury
McEwan, Ian The Comfort of Strangers
McGary, Loucinda The Treasures of Venice
Magrs, Paul
Doctor Who - The Stones of Venice
Mangan, Christine Palace of the Drowned
Mann, Thomas Death in Venice
Mantle, Jon Arkin, or Life in Venice
Marchant, William Gondolier
Maretich, Marta The Merchants of Light
Marquand, Martine Unhallowed Rites.
Marshall, Raymond Mission to Venice
Martines, Lauro
Loredana: a Venetian tale
Masson, Sophie The Madman of Venice
Mather, Anne Prelude to Enchantment
Maybury, Anne Ride a White Dolphin
Meyer, Kai The Flowing Queen
The Stone Light
The Water Mirror
Michael, Susan Ashley Crossing the Bridge of Sighs
Minarelli, Maria Luisa Murder in Venice
Montgomery, K. L. 'Ware Venice
Moore, Christopher The Serpent of Venice
Mordden, Ethan The Venice Adriana
Morelli, Laura The Gondola Maker
The Painter's Apprentice
Morin, Donna Russo The Secret of the Glass
Morosini, Giulia The Venetian Secret: 1620
Morpurgo, Michael The Mozart Question

Mosley, Nicholas Corruption

Murphy, Haughton A Very Venetian Murder
Murphy, Lisa Jean
The Red Priest of Venice play
Murray, Frances The Heroine's Sister
Myers, Beverle Graves Interrupted Aria
Painted Veil
Her Deadly Mischief

Napoli, Donna Jo Stones in Water
For the Love of Venice
Daughter of Venice

Nelson, Karen Tea and Tiramisu
Newmark, Elle Bones of the Dead
The Book of Unholy Mischief
(aka The Chef's Apprentice)
Nicholls, David Us
North, Claire The Serpent: Gameshouse 1
O’Melveny, Regina The Book of Madness and Cures
Ongaro, Alberto Excelsior
Ouida (pseud.) Toxin, a Story of Venice
Ozcan, Ashkin The Second Venice

Palandri, Enrico Ages Apart
Palombo, Alyssa The Violinist of Venice: a Story of Vivaldi
Pargeter, Edith Holiday with Violence
Parisi, Susan Blood of Dreams
Pasinetti, Pier Maria Venetian red
From the Academy Bridge
Paul, Fiona Venom
Pears, Iain The Titian Committee
Stone's Fall
Peat, Alan House of Cards (Kindle ebook)
Peck, William Henry Executioner of Venice
Pemberton, Max Beatrice of Venice
Signors of the night
Pendower, Jacques A trap for fools
Percival, Julia and Pixie Burger A Ball in Venice
Perego, Andrea The Laws of Time
Peters, Ellis Holiday with Violence
Phillips, Caryl The nature of blood
Phillips, Christi The Rossetti letter
Phillips, Tori One Knight in Venice
Pincher, Chapman The Four Horses
Porter, Hal The Cats of Venice
Pozzessere, Heather Graham The Di Medici bride
Powell, Anthony Temporary Kings
Prada, Juan Manuel de The Tempest
Prantera Amanda The Cabalist
Pressler, Mirjam Shylock's Daughter
Pressley, Hilda Venetian Love Song
Printer, Amanda The Cabalistic
Proust, Marcel In Search of Lost Time
Purves, Libby More Lives Than One

Quackenbush, Robert Gondola to Danger
Quick, Barbara Vivaldi's virgins
Quinn, Thomas
The Lion of St Mark
The Sword of Venice
Rahme, Laura The Mascherari
Randall, Gregory C. Venice Black
Raven, James Venice Ultimatum
Raven, Simon Brother Cain
The Survivors
(Part 10 of the Alms for Oblivion series)
Redding, Heather Stealing Venice
Rhodes, Anthony A Ball in Venice
Rice, Anne Cry to Heaven
Rich, Roberta The Midwife of Venice
A Trial in Venice
Ricketts, Ralph Henry's wife
Ringo, James
Uncle Theodor
Rivière, William A Venetian Theory of Heaven
By the Grand Canal

Roberts, Cecil Guests Arrive
Robertson, Colin Venetian Mask
Rolfe, Frederick The Desire and Pursuit of the Whole
Three tales of Venice
Romijn, André Hidden harmonies:
the Secret Life of Antonio Vivaldi

Rosburg, Helen A The dream thief
Rosner, Paul Terror in Venice
Rowan, Hester Overture in Venice
Rudorff, Raymond The Venice plot
Runcie, James The Colour of Heaven
Russell, Leigh  Abigail of Venice
Russo, Richard Bridge of Sighs
Nate in Venice (aka Voice)
Rylands, Jane Turner Venetian stories
Across the Bridge of Sighs

Sabertini, Rafael Venetian Masque
Sager, Gordon The Rape of Europa: a Venetian fantasy
The Formula
St Aubin de Terán, Lisa The Palace
Salisbury, Carola Dark Inheritance
Sallis, Susan Four Weeks in Venice
Samborn, Rob The Prisoner of Paradise
Painter of the Damned
October 2022
Sand, George Consuelo: a Romance of Venice
The Mosaic Workers
Leone Leoni

Sanders, Madelyn Under Venice
Sarasin, J.G. Eighth Wonder
Scarpa, Tiziano Stabat Mater
Schiller, Friedrich von The Man Who Sees Ghosts
Schnitzler, Arthur Casanova's Homecoming
Casanova's Return to Venice)
Scott, J.M. Touch of the Nettle
Seay, Martin The Mirror Thief
Sedgwick, Marcus The Kiss of Death
Seth, Vikram An Equal Music

Shallow Sister Hero

Sharnick, Mary Donnarumma Thirst
Sheridan, Anne-Marie Summoned to Darkness
Sinclair, Tracy Intrigue in Venice
Skinner, Richard The Mirror
Sklepowich, Edward
Death in a Serene City
Farewell to the Flesh
Liquid Desires
Black Bridge
Death in the Palazzo
Deadly to the Sight
The Last Gondola 
Frail Barrier
The Veils of Venice

Smith, Catherine Barozzi, or the Venetian sorceress
Smith, Kay Nolte Venetian Song
Smith, Martin Cruz The Girl from Venice
Sollers, Philippe Watteau in Venice
Spark, Muriel
Territorial rights
Spender, Stephen Engaged in Writing
Spina, Michele West of the Moon
Stein, Aaron Marc The Cheating Butcher
Sterling, Thomas Evil of the Day
Murder in Venice
Stern, Richard Stitch
Stewart, Sally The Enchanter's Wand
Kissing Shadows

Strutton, Bill Glut of Virgins
Sutton, David A . (ed.) Phantoms of Venice
Swan, Susan What Casanova Told Me
Sykes, S D City of Masks
Symons, Julian The Criminal Comedy of the Contented Couple

Taylor, Don Daughters of Venice Radio play
Teter, Kimberly Cross Isabella's Libretto
Thompson, David The Mirrormaker
Thomson, Daisy Hello, my Love
Thorne, Anthony Young Man on a Dolphin
Thurston, E. Temple The City of Beautiful Nonsense
Tiffany, Grace The Turquoise Ring
Timperley, Rosemary Cat-walk
Walk to San Michele
Tiraboschi, Roberto The Eye Stone
The Apothecary's Shop
Todd, Janet A Man of Genius
Tournier, Michel Gemini
Trace, Jon (aka Sam Christer)  The Venice Conspiracy
Turk, Frances A Lamp from Murano
Turnbull, Francese Hubbard Litchfield The Golden Book of Venice: a historical romance of the 16th century download ebook here

Unsworth, Barry Stone Virgin
Valdes, Zoe The Weeping Woman
Vickers, Salley
Miss Garnet's angel

Waldherr, Kris The lover's path
Walker, Kathryn A Stopover in Venice
Wallace, Irving Pigeon project
Weisgall, Deborah The World Before Her
Weiss, David The Venetian
Wentworth, Sally The Hawk of Venice romance
Wheatley, Dennis The Rape of Venice
White, Gillian Night Visitor
White, Michael The Venetian Detective: Redemption
Whittington, Mark & Chantal Nocturne
Whitson, Denton For the Glory of Venice
Whyte, Christopher The Cloud Machinery
Wiggs, Susan Lord of the Night
Wiles, John Killing Casanova
Wilkins, Christopher Glass
Wilkinson, Lee The Venetian's Proposal
Williams, Jim
Wilson, Andrew The lying tongue
Wilson, Barbara
The Case of the Orphaned Bassoonists
Winterson, Jeanette The Passion
Wood, John Seymour A Daughter of Venice
Woodfine, Katherine Villains in Venice
Wright, Daphne Never Such Innocence
Wright, Jennings The Hoard of the Doges
Wu Ming Altai

Zettler, Steve The Second Man
Zschokke, Heinrich The Bravo of Venice download ebook here



Tasha Alexander Death in the Floating City
This is an earlier adventure for
Lady Emily, and her husband Colin Hargreaves, than The Dark Heart of Florence. He spies for Britain and is devilishly handsome, as his wife tediously never tires of telling us, and him. Also tiresome is the fact that every palazzo Emily visits has ceiling frescoes, one even by Tiepolo. Frescoes are extremely rare in Venice, as we all know - due to the damp atmosphere they don't dry - and so are never to be found on ceilings. But those are minor annoyances, as the author's unquestionable skill with breathless narrative and convincing dialogue keeps us turning those pages, and she knows her Venice. The action is related to historical events, as usual, with the theme of childless wives uniting the threads. Good romantic fun.  

Michael Allen Mr Fenman's Farewell to His Readers
If I start by stating that this is literary fiction I don't mean that it might win the Booker Prize, but that it's a story that's all about writing. It tells of a popular, but not literary, author's formative trip to Venice in 1786. He meets a French woman who is, of course, mysterious and who becomes his muse and lover. She guides his hand, in much detail, in the construction of his first novel and another part of his anatomy...but here there's much less detail. Then she disappears. The style is very much no problem and the detail convincing, although Venice is there in our minds rather than in the author's descriptions. I enjoyed the book a lot, but the plot left me feeling a bit disappointed in its lack, for me, of resolution. And the sequel, called Amadea in Venice is an equally slight tale, in fact the same tale, retold as a lesbian affair this time, but still involving the same ageless muse, to Mr Fenman himself later in his life. All a bit too meta and plotless for my tastes.

Federico Andahazi The Anatomist
Renaissance physician Mateo Colombo is looking for the way to a woman's heart, and discovers the clitoris. He is branded as a heretic and charged with witchcraft. He looks back on the inspiration for his quest, and the course of his experimentation from his pre-trial confinement. His progress and its relation to the contemporary attitudes towards women, make fascinating reading and, although not described much, Venice makes an appropriate backdrop. It's the wicked libertine version of Venice this time, complete with decadent parties with the men in fashionably transparent hose showing off their genitalia, with ribbons and bells attached. The arrival of the object of our hero's obsession sets up a fair old tinkling.

Federico Andahazi also wrote 
The Merciful Women.

Mima Balia Ruskin's rose - A Venetian love story
This book is a plush but thin thing, with well spaced text, telling of John Ruskin's famous late-in-life infatuation with young Rose La Touche, and suggests that he found solace from this relationship's non-consummation, and her death, in the paintings of Carpaccio. In particular the St Ursula paintings, which tell the story of a doomed virgin, you see. (The really interesting fact about St Ursula, though, is that the story of her taking 11 thousand virgins on her trip to martyrdom is probably just the result of the misreading of a letter - the copyist interpreted the M in ' 11M' as a Roman numeral and not just standing for 'martyrs', as seems much more likely.) It's a pretty theory, and a pretty book, but the prose is a little purple in places, and you'll read it in no time. The wonderful Carpaccio Saint Ursula paintings are even reproduced in here, to pad the slim volume out a bit. (Mima Balia is a pseudonym.)

Honoré de Balzac Massimilla Doni
This is a slim volume. It's the story of love in Venice, involving a Duchess, her lover, her husband the Duke and his protégé the opera singer, who has a night of passion with the Duchess's lover, who is then riven with guilt, etc. The style is considerably more florid than I remember from past Balzacs, being lustrous in style to the verge of the Gothic. But it's all still pretty enjoyable and very Venetian, with much talk of the state of the country, and music - boy, is there talk of music! A quarter of the book is taken up with the Duchess talking a French visitor through a Rossini opera, and it's all very skippable, for me anyway, but at least it chimes with the novel's overall key theme of transcendence, be it in love, music, or opium dreams. A treat for fans of Italian opera and Rossini but slim pickings for the rest of us.
Facino Cane
A short story, actually set in Paris, in which the narrator attends a working-class wedding, and becomes fixated with the trio of blind musicians playing there, befriending the clarinet player, who turns out to be a Venetian nobleman with an interesting, and very Venice-reeking, story to tell.

Alessandro Barbaro
The Eyes of Venice translated by Gregory Conti
As the book opens, in Venice in 1580, Matteo and his son Michele are masons building a house for a Venetian Senator. An argument over payment, combined with Matteo's drink and keeping-his-mouth-shut problems, and a subsequent bungled arrest, result in his son having to flee Venice. This he does by signing up as an oarsman on a galley bound for Crete, leaving his wife, Bianca, behind. Adventures and learning opportunities aplenty follow for our hero as his galley heads south. We also learn a fair amount about the finer details and hardships of the life of an oarsman. I for one didn't realise that oarsman kept on board for months would thereby begin to see their fellow oarsmen as damn attractive as time passed. On winter layovers they would also be put to work knitting socks too, I kid you not. Upon reaching Crete our hero just reaches the cliffhangerish point of almost being murdered and then the next chapter whisks us back to Venice. Here Bianca and her mother-in-law are finding survival hard without husbands. The older woman gets taken in by the order of the humiliated (a somewhat literal translation that) but Bianca is forced to try out various options. The grimness of life for a poor Venetian woman is thereby shown as about as nasty as that of an almost-slave oarsman. Poverty anywhere is very much no bowl of cherries, is the message. Lots of fragrant and authentic period detail, though, to the lives in Venice and at sea. The translation is mostly elegant enough, but it occasionally reads oddly, as in the example above, with the odd misstep, like when some rugged sailors are described as 'arguing vivaciously', and there's a tendency for said sailors to call each other 'my dear', which doesn't read true. Also the churches and parishes of Venice are all dutifully translated into English, and so references to the churches of Saint George and Saint Agnes, though obvious if you think about them, do require some pondering. The author is a historian, whose books are usually not novels, which explains the density of the detail, if not the sound narrative pacing. A good, long and involving read, then, with its refreshing concentration on real non-patrician lives.

Simon Barnes Venetia - a supernatural thriller set in Venice
A prologue detailing long-forgotten events in 1508 in the long-gone convent of Santa Maria delle Virgini sets the gruesome background to the novel's present-day story. A couple and their daughter come to Venice in 2011. They are archaeologists, come to help with an under-lagoon dig and excavations on the nearby Lazaretto. The daughter, named Venetia for the city of her conception, is to go to school and learn to become a native Venetian. Unfortunately she soon seems to be taking on the personality of a particular 16th-century Venetian victim of an undead priestly pervert. The supernatural events and unnatural acts mix with the domestically detailed and very real lives and are thereby thrown into darker relief. There are shades of Don't Look Now, The Undrowned Child and even The Exorcist, and so a water-borne funeral out to San Michele is to be expected. But the author weaves all of these influences and expectations into a genuinely gripping read, especially towards the end. The family relationships and tensions during crises are feelingly and believably described. With this kind of book the believable stuff needs to convince or the supernatural elements can come across as gratuitous. And the topographic details are all authentic too - the action is mostly set around Castello and evokes the quiet and ordinary mystery of this area very strongly. If you're a fan of Venice's darker aspects and like to be a little disturbed at times you're in for a treat here.



Louis Begley Mistler's exit
In which a rich man diagnosed with soon-terminal cancer goes (surprise, surprise) to Venice and has sex with a pushy and randy female photographer and a woman he fancied at college. Pardon my terse précis but the gushing reviews plastered on this one made me expect much more than I got. The comparisons to Henry James I put down to the Venice setting and the long sentences. The comparisons to Proust can only be put down to drugs or madness. The first half contains some truly tedious stuff dealing with the finer points of squeezing as much cash as you can out of a company which is buying your company. (Now you never know when that knowledge is going to come in handy do you?) I expected this soulless tedium to serve as some contrast with the man of depth and feeling he becomes, but nothing so obvious or inspiring transpires. He stays a prick despite wandering around some fine Venetian art, locales and canals. It may be an American thing, because as a Brit I find a character who we're supposed to admire because he made lots of money rather hard to take. He agonises a bit over the choices he's made and the things he's done to people but truly regrets not a jot. Didn't like him, didn't like the book.

H. S. Bhabra Gestures
Well, here's an odd one. It reads like a very snobbish novel from the middle of the last century, but it was written in the 1980s. Our narrator is lifelong diplomat Jeremy Burnham - who describes himself as a plain and dependable man - recalling his life from old age. His story begins in Venice in the 1930s with fascism on the rise, and tells of the callow and self-important new diplomat's contact with some seductive and secretive people. A tragedy at that time then propels us to the end of the war and his posting to Amsterdam, where one of the group he met in Venice reappears and things turn bad again. The class values and snobbishness are part of the character of the (unreliable) narrator, of course. The author was of Indian birth, brought up in England, and lived in Canada where he presented a TV program about books in Ontario. This is his only book and he died in 2000. The literary quality is here a definite cut above and the Venice atmosphere in the first half is authentic and effortless. The time of setting is pretty uncommon for Venice-set novels and given the period you'll not be surprised that anti-Semitism is a recurring theme. An occasional tendency to get a bit carried away with the philosophising is the only price you pay for a book of real emotional depth and perception and grip.

Christopher Bollen A Beautiful Crime
Following a prologue featuring a bleeding body we are introduced to Nick, who has only recently escaped Dayton for New York, the better to freely express his sexuality, and so is still in possession of his midwestern politeness and decency. He's arriving in Venice for the first time, suitably overawed, to meet Clay, his boyfriend, and commit some low-key larceny. It involves old New York money, antique silver and a very rich man only too keen to spend money on restoring art in Venice so that people will focus on that ostentation and not on how his money was made. There's also a fair amount of romancing between our leads. I can take only small amounts of snogging, sex and mutual physical admiration no matter what the sexual combination, so I found myself speed-reading the bits involving the narcissism and nakedness of Nick and Clay. Everyone is just so handsome or pretty. This kind of objectification has become a bit of a minefield in straight fiction, so I suppose there's nostalgia here for less complicated times. But Venice is strong with this one, and there's art talk and sharp and convincing dialogue a-plenty to more than make up. Locations include the Gesuiti church, San Zanipolo, the Scuola di San Rocco and the Lido at night. So I found myself dragged along, until we descend into murder quite near the end, and the morally ambiguous conclusion explains the Patricia Highsmith comparisons.

Benet Brandreth
The Spy of Venice
: A William Shakespeare novel
Benet being the son of the very annoying TV personality Gyles did not encourage me to the reading of this one, but I'm glad I managed to put the memory of his dad to the back of my mind as this is superior stuff. We begin with Will Shakespeare chafing at his life as a Stratford glove merchant and father of two, until his excitement at the arrival of a troupe of travelling players leads to his needing to flee to London with the players. There he is swept up by European politics and plotting and ends up in Venice. The historical detailing is woven into the plot most skilfully and sure-footedly, and the characters and dialogue convince and impress with little seeming effort. And if making Shakespeare a spy seems a little naff as an idea I can only say it works. Venice is reached about a third of the way in and the deception intensifies. I found the double-dealing a bit too tortuous, to be honest, but remained reading and interested, not least because of the quality of the writing, which truly does our hero justice. The Venetian detail is sound too, with a character based on Veronica Franco, Jacopo Tintoretto (who painted her) a key player and San Rocco - scuola and church - key locations. Solid and subtle.
In the sequel The Assassin of Verona the action moves...guess where?

Joseph Brodsky Watermark
In which the Nobel Prize-winning poet tells us of his love for Venice in winter and makes obvious the depth of this love. The forty-eight short chapters tell stories, describe places and remember feelings. This is more biography than fiction, I think, but the life takes second place to the place. There's much evocative description and some memorable images in this short book. My favourite is the bit about the Venetian winter fogs, which are so thick that if you do pop out to shop you can find your way back through the tunnel your body carved through the fog on the way out. A more accessible and straight-forwardly Venetian alternative to the Calvino below. 
With thanks to correspondent Marzena Bomanowska for the recommendation.

Grace Brophy A Deadly Paradise
A reviewer on the cover compares Grace Brophy to Donna Leon, of course, but it's more interesting to spot the ways in which they differ. Commissario Cenni is not a family man - he's more your troubled and obsessed loner, but he thankfully doesn't write poetry or have a thing for the opera. (He does have a cat though, called Rachel - see above) As a character he'll remind you more of Michael Dibdin's Aurelio Zen and the story has a more muscular feel and more nastiness and bad people than Donna Leon gives us. The story progresses, revealing the life stories of the characters, good and bad, as Cenni investigates the murder and mutilation of a German woman who had been a diplomat, a blackmailer, bisexual, and nasty piece of work. The Commissario follows the trail of the victim's visitors and lover to Venice, where his own past and demons get a good stirring-up too. The lives and secrets reveal in a smooth, compulsive and faultless fashion and later there's another visit to Venice, and cats prove crucial. Superior stuff.
The sequel The Last Enemy is set in Assisi.




Laura Brylawski-Miller The Medusa's Smile
We all know how unwise it is to judge a book by its cover, and that self-published novels should not be dismissed out of hand. Luckily I didn't allow either prejudice to prevent me from reading this one. It's actually published by the Washington Writers' Publishing House, so not quite self-published, and once you get beyond some shakiness in the editing and copy-checking, you are rewarded with a well-written and smoothly readable novel. Marina Renier, our heroine, is from an old Venetian family - the name endures but the wealth's long gone - returning to Venice in the wake of a failed marriage and beset by memories. The novel tells of a glowing long-ago summer and the winter of the present. The still-haunting past saw a young Marina seduced by the glamour of the gorgeous and the film world, and her naiveté used by her new friends to pay back a debt. But this subterfuge turns to tragedy and Marina ends up a wiser woman. Most of the action is set on the Lido, in keeping with the focus on glamour and excess, but there's trips to Venice too. I enjoyed this book lots - the characters and relationships breath and convince, and like good gossip you want to know how it all pans out.

Italo Calvino Invisible Cities
Marco Polo sits on cushions in the Kublai Khan's garden telling the aged Emperor about the cities he has visited, calling upon memory and imagination to dazzle and perplex us with their messages and identities. Each city evokes aspects of Venice without ever having places in them which share either the name or appearance of places in Venice. It is about Venice inasmuch as all the cities described reflect Marco's experience and knowledge of the city of his birth. So, not a book directly about Venice, but a book central to this site's idea of cities as things of the mind and heart, as well as of stone and water. Not an easy read, though. Key words: stilts and elephant.

Victor Canning Venetian bird
The author is one of those names that filled shelves when I started out as a librarian (like Miss Read, R.F.Delderfield, Dennis Wheatley...) but is now almost forgotten. I had an email recently pointing out that I'd missed the film of this book and then it turned out the book itself had been republished for the Kindle a few weeks previously. It's about an investigator sent to Venice to find a man who did a heroic service saving a rich American's son, and who said father now wants to reward. Things do not, of course, turn out to be either that simple or what they seem. Murders and mysterious conversations abound, and there's love interest, political plotting, a decent cop and a rooftop chase. But beyond these stock thriller elements there's some acute perception and a good deal of convincing psychology. This is much nearer to John Le Carre than Alistair MacLean in it's smooth depth and subtlety. And it's faultlessly convincing evocation of post-World War II Venice impresses and charms too - the gondolas still have cabins, the Via Garibaldi is still grimy, rough and working class, there are warships off the Dogana, poor people can afford to live in Campo Sant'Angelo and the Piazza San Marco is only floodlit in the summer. I came to this for Venice, which it gives generously, but I'm left wanting to read more by Mr C.
  Steven Carroll Twilight in Venice
(aka The Love Song of Lucy McBride)

Things did not start well for me and this book. Firstly the blurb on the back tells us of the former virtuoso cellist whose noble line is set to end with him and who lives in a 'once beautiful piazza'. No, he's not a wealthy street person, they mean palazzo. But that's not the author's error, no the author's error is to have this aged musician leaving Florence in the first chapter and have him looking from the steps of the railway station back to the church of Santa Sophia Novella. Then there was the fact of the musician being called Fortuny, which for anyone steeped in Venice is a recipe for confusion between frocks and cellos. But pushing all this behind me I persevered, and found the novel enjoyable, if not overly deep. It tells of a young woman's idolisation of said cellist and how it all goes when she eventually meets him. It goes from a teacher-pupil relationship onto a warmer friendship and then onto the hot stuff, basically. The treatment of the theme of the replacement of the idol on his pedestal with the real man in her bed keeps this from being more than merely a story of later-life wish-fulfilment. The joy (and pain) of music is well evoked too. It's a novel which holds your attention (and gives very good Venice) and keeps you reading. Towards the end it struck me that the ending would need to make waves for this book to finally qualify as something special. And the ending was just about strong and unusual enough to convert this book into a

Sarah Caudwell Thus Was Adonis Murdered
Now here's an odd one. The plot concerns a group of friends working for the same London law firm and one of their number going to Venice for a holiday and getting mixed up in a murder. The circumstances unfold in a sequence of very long letters, sent by the traveller and read by the rest of them. So far so strange, but added to this is the style of the writing - florid and witty in a way that might remind you of P.G. Wodehouse or even Oscar Wilde. This comes across as a little over-ripe and obtuse at first, but soon settles into an entertaining and smooth groove. The somewhat unmodern style contrasts quite winningly with a story involving sexuality of various flavours, even if none of it is ever explicit. An easy and entertaining read, not overly heavy on the Venetian detail, but there's enough and it's fine and the plotting is pleasingly twisty. Two mistakes, though, both on page 67. Firstly Dorsodouro is not spelt like that. Secondly the contention that every church in Venice contains two Bellinis and a Giorgione is made humorously, but (given that no church in Venice has two Bellinis and that there are no works by Giorgione in any of them) could've been funnier for us pedants if a pair of more truly ubiquitous artists had been named. Picky, moi?

Susanna Clarke Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell
Having failed to make much headway on two occasions back in the day, but having enjoyed the TV version a few years ago, I thought that 2019 was time to try again. And I got through it just fine. The writing tends to revel in digression (those footnotes!) but if you can relax into it it your patience will be rewarded. Establishing that magic in England is not what it was, and that dusty old Mr Norrell having bought up every old book on the subject has far from helped, and that a challenger to his dog-in-a-manger attitude is long overdue, some languid plot developments eventually get us to Venice, about three quarters of the way through, and things hot up. Venice only features for less than a quarter of the book then, but the book is long and Venice is an impressive and well-conjured presence. The action there centres on Strange's rooms in Santa Maria Zobenigo(now better known as Santa Maria del Giglio) but generally the locations are more generic yet very atmospheric. The Ghetto features most memorably. Harry Potter for grown-ups? With a vivid Venice of good length and prime narrative importance? Yes!

David Adams Cleveland

With a Gem-Like Flame: a novel of Venice and a lost masterpiece
When I tell you that this book revolves around a long-thought-lost Raphael painting, and one man's attempt to buy it and discover its secrets, not necessarily in that order, you'd be forgiven for thinking that you know what you're in for - another art-crime detective novel. But you'd be wrong and, like me, pleasantly surprised. For this book stresses the art above the crime, and is far more about the man on its trail, than the twists in that trail. And the lost Raphael Madonna is so lovingly described you know why he becomes obsessed. And there's a fair bit of raunchy sex, too, with a woman he meets and enlists, and you can see why he'd want her as well. Along with the art and the sex there's Venice, and they eat ice cream - what more can you ask from life? The prose style hits a few purple patches at the start, but soon settles down, with some fine business around our hero's mental state and life view. He's an odd, but believable, cove who's sensitive to art but a bit of a bastard, and more than somewhat of a cynic. You'll care, I think, and be moved to visit Venice, eat ice cream, and...well, the other stuff's up to you.

Historical note: this novel tells us that the famous and swanky Hotel Bauer Grünwald (now called the Hotel Bauer) was the Nazi's hotel of choice during WWII and that the Gestapo used it for torturing. I assume that this is an historical fact, but the relevant period is skipped over on the hotel's web-page, funnily enough, and on Wikipedia.

Follow-up note: An e-mail followed from the author and confirmed it.

Love's Attraction
After a brief beginning in Venice the action of this novel moves to Massachusetts, and mostly to Lowell and Concord. I was reminded of Richard Russo's The Bridge of Sighs in the book's family concerns and allusive Venetian elements, but the flavour of Venice is much more pervasive here. Anne Tyler springs to mind too, but maybe just for the setting and the central character's crisis leading to his taking on a new identity or two. The death of his brother brings Michael Collins back to mourn, reluctantly, and to remember and to learn things which play havoc with these memories and his life. These revelations are a little melodramatic, to be honest, but are soon well blended into the plot and manage not to disturb the book's seductive authenticity and assured plotting too much. And Venice is constantly in the background, in paintings, as an inspiration, and as the place where people were born and changed and died. So it's no surprise when the action moves to Venice for the last third of the book. Matters of art and the heart dominate the whole book and Venice is where it's all leading - in the present day and just before WW1. Events and themes centre around the Zattere, Dorsoduro and the Frari church, with the Frari Bellini recurring nicely. Torcello and Santa Maria Assunta loom large too, in ways it would plot-spoil to go into. I'd be recommending you read this artful, moving and stimulating novel even without the lure of the power of its Venetian scenes, and so with them it comes hugely recommended.

  Time's Betrayal
The author's 'previous' with regard to Venice earns him his review here regardless of the amount of the action that takes place there. His first two novels also earn him my unhesitant trust that this one's 1165 pages will be worth the considerable investment of time and muscle strain. It shares its daunting length roughly with The Lord of the Rings, War and Peace and Infinite Jest, for examples. The book begins with Peter Alden, through whose eyes and life we view the unfolding, at high school and beginning to question the certainties of his life, family and country. The school's history is all mixed up with his family's, they having been its founders - a history which then gets embroiled in wars, archaeology, art, and the history of the CIA and the wider world of spies and lies, including the Cambridge Four - Kim Philby looms large. Also scandals both literary and sexual. And through it all Venice is a constant background shimmer of remembered visits and gossip, with Greece a tempting and glowing presence too, in a paler blue light. The later chapters of the novel spent in Venice are effortlessly evocative, and include an important scene in the Madonna dell' Orto in front of the Bellini Madonna and Child, mere years before it was stolen. The plot's central concern with spies and lies has earned this novel comparison to the works of John Le Carre, but this book has a much wider sweep. It's a wide-screen detailed tapestry of American and European history, centred on WWII and its aftermath, and taking in the American Civil War, civil rights, Ancient Greece, the Vietnam war and the decoding of Linear B. And through it all the story probes the complex boundaries between truth and fiction, and the limits of self-invention. One can't help but be impressed by the bravery involved in the writing and publishing of such a big and deep book, when attention spans are anecdotally said to be ever shrinking. I read it in a little over two weeks, but as a retired person I have plenty of free time to devote to curling up with an exceptional book - a deeply satisfying and involving novel, well worth the expenditure of time, that ends up leaving you wanting more!

Genevieve Cogman The Masked City

I know that my perceptions might be somewhat skewed, but there seem to be many more novels which feature alternate Venices that there are concerning imaginary versions of other cities. This book is the second in the Invisible Library series. Its central conceit is that the universe is kept safe and in balance for humanity (and for the magical creatures, known as fae, and the dragons) by Librarians, whose infinite headquarters is accessible from all libraries. They do this by judicious stealing and moving books between dimensions, to keep stories and fates in balance. Our heroine is a Librarian called Irene, and in this book her dragon-in-human-form apprentice is kidnapped by a villainous magical faction and taken to a version of Venice deep within their chaotic realm. He is taken from Irene's current base of operations, a steampunky version of Victorian London where she is helped, and hindered, by her association with Vale, a Sherlock-like detective of deep intellect and shallow charm. She reaches the magical version of 17th century Venice about half way through the book and it's a place of darkness, fog, sparkle and glamour, where Piranesi's Carceri have actually been built. Although it's not the real Venice - the magical train she takes pulls into an oddly floating station out on the lagoon - it has an authentic feel that some novels set in the real Venice can often lack. Which gets us into the whole 'what's actual and what's fictional' consideration, which is central to the books' theme of created lives and realities, and how we all do it to add meaning and purpose to our own lives. Stimulating stuff, and not a million miles from the raison d'être of this very website. And there's throbbing passions too, even if they are felt and thought about, mostly, rather than acted upon. The sparring and manipulation in the book are mostly things of intellect and words, although magic and handiness in physical face-offs are part of the Librarians' repertoire too.






Wilkie Collins

The Haunted Hotel
a mystery of modern Venice
One for committed fans of Collins or
Venice only methinks. The plot concerns the suspicious death of an English lord who is stolen from under the pre-matrimonial nose of our heroine by a mysterious dark-haired woman (are blonde women never mysterious?) of a certain repute with her 'brother' in tow. They are married and go to live in Venice, where the aforementioned death follows. The tragic palazzo is then turned into a luxurious hotel conveniently part-financed by the lord's brother. Venice is thus an offstage presence until the family goes forth to inspect their investment half way through the book and spooky gruesome stuff ensues. The whole sorry business is revealed when the raven-haired temptress goes bonkers and, of course, writes a play about all that happened. Convenient.

Robert Coover Pinocchio in Venice
Pinocchio returns to Venice to finish writing his biography. He's now an elderly professor losing flesh, it seems, and returning to his wooden state. Upon his arrival at Santa Lucia Station he's taken to a dubious hotel, robbed, arrested and rescued by his old friend, who's a mangy dog, literally. Yes we're firmly into post-modern allegory territory here, full of flights of language and 'shocking' amounts of shit and wooden penis references. I remember enjoying this novel back when it came out (1991) but now (2011) I find myself craving less waffle and more plot. Maybe I've read too much genre fiction in the interim, but this seems like so much airy and overwritten lit-art-wank to me now. Some good evocations of dark and snowy Venice, though, and an extended scene in the church of San Sebastiano.

Laurel Corona The Four Seasons: a novel of Vivaldi's Venice
This is the third novel in just over a year dealing with the life of Vivaldi. This one begins by telling the story of two orphans left with the Ospedale della Pieta. These sisters rise in the ranks of the famed female musicians there - Chiaretta as a singer whose looks eventually net her an aristocratic husband and her sister Maddalena as a violinist and favourite of Vivaldi who remains cloistered. The author puts some heat into this latter attachment, on both sides, whilst never quite letting the relationship become a sacking offence. This is suggestive of the composer-priest's much gossiped-of relationship with Anna Giro, but by inventing a new character the author's poetic license can be more fully used. She does this to tell us the story of the two girl's lives, loves and feelings in a way that both feels authentic and keeps us caring. The love and excitement of music are well evoked too. And the book even ends in a way suggestive of a sequel.

James Cowan A Mapmaker's dream: The meditations of Fra Mauro, cartographer to the court of Venice
A monk at San Michele di Murano, Fra Mauro is drawing a map of the World. (In reality Mauro was a monk at San Michele in Isola on the cemetery island.) The map is based on the tales told by the many and diverse travellers who come to contribute to his big picture. This is a book of stories and a book of philosophical enquiry. The nature of knowledge and the meaning of maps is discussed, and how both may be more matters of perception than fact. Not a strongly Venetian read to be honest, and a little dry, but interesting in a Sophie's World
and Longitude sorta way.



Arnaud Delalande The Dante Trap
In an almost stupendously lean year so far for fiction set in Venice this one can't fail to stand out and impress, but it would've done this in other years too, I think. OK so it's set in 18th century Venice and features courtesans, Casanova, political intrigue and masked balls, but our hero's a kind of swashbuckling James Bondish rake, who has to be sprung from jail (leaving his old mate Casanova behind) to solve some gruesome ritualistic murders committed by the Chimera, a shadowy figure who leaves behind quotes from Dante. Our hero is known as The Black Orchid, and was thrown into the cells of the Doge's Palace for loving unwisely. So the author is pleasingly mixing things up a bit, if nothing else. But there is lots else, not the least a fair bit of literary bravado, even if this sometimes tends towards melodrama, and often adds one flourish too many, and the women are sometimes a bit too too gloatingly gorgeous, it's better than the plain and lifeless alternative. And it gives very good Venice, in historical detail, description, and atmosphere. I'm trying not to use the word gothic but this one does supernatural and spooky very effectively, like this year's Florence fiction highlight The Third Heaven Conspiracy. So if the idea of a tastefully overwrought and somewhat gothic supernatural murder procedural with added political intriguing floats your gondola give this one a go.

Robert Dessaix Night Letters
To say that this book is about a man's travels through Northern Italy after being told he has AIDS is to suggest a grim book about death and fate and regret. But no - our hero may find himself in Venice, writing home about his adventures so far, but Venice's reputation as the capital city of decay and death is here underplayed. What we have instead is people and places and stories written about with a sharpness of observation and language suggestive of revelling in, rather than saying goodbye to, life's joys. Casanova and Patricia Highsmith get looks in. It glows, it shines, it makes you glad to be alive, and want to be in Venice.

Damian Dibben The Colour Storm
Our story begins with the painter Giorgione arriving at the island of Poveglia, there to meet a disreputable colour dealer, taking advantage of the island's shady reputation and isolation. During their dealings the artist's chain is yanked by the dealer's talk of a colour like no other, long thought fatal to its finders, and long lost. The tantalisation lasts through Giorgione's real-life trials as he fights off bailiffs, loses faith in his lover and tries to drum up commissions. All this in the orbit of Jakob Fugger and the arms of the super-rich banker's odd and alluring wife, Sybille, whose portrait he gets to paint. The orbit includes every famous early-16th-century artist, in town hoping to get the commission to paint the altarpiece of the new Saint Peter's in Rome. Their presence is a bit convenient, but the author knows his stuff, and the exchanges between them are believable. Some Venetian churches get misnamed, admittedly, and we get the rookie mistake of Leonardo being called da Vinci, but not all the time. This novel gives the best Venice we've read in a long time, though, and does it with a sure foot, and descriptions nicely tinged with purple in its prose. This book is all about colour, but to enhance a good story that progresses with conviction and engaging twists. That Sybille is such an odd feminist take on a film noir femme fatale adds further colour.

Michael Dibdin Dead Lagoon
Dibdin's detective Aurelio Zen comes from Venice (the clue's in the surname) but this is the only one of the series that's set there. Here he returns to Venice on some dubious business under cover of looking into the claims of an elderly Contessa that she's being menaced by a pair of spooky attackers. The Contessa, who is now borderline bonkers, used to employ Zen's mother, with the young Zen having the run of her palazzo, dressed as a girl. So his own ghosts and cupboard-skeletons haunt him as his feet find their own away around Venice's streets and over its bridges. His familiarity doesn't breed contempt as far as observation and description go, though, as his walks yield some fine and conjuring images of the city in winter. Faces from his past reappear out of the mist, some more seductive than he remembers and many more shady, but all with secrets to keep or reveal. The plot features a typical cast of corrupt and political ambitious characters, with our hero plotting a course of evasion and confrontation between and around them. Dibdin was the effortless master of this genre and gave it a good name. One of the essential Venice reads.
Gregory Dowling

Set in the spring of 1749, Ascension begins intriguingly and encouragingly well with Alvise, an English-speaking guide, hawking for trade with Bepi, his gondolier partner, as the coaches from Padua arrive at the dock in Fusina, and being warned, and bought, off approaching a likely customer by some tough new competitors. This is not at all usual, so they go ahead and poach the milord anyway, of course, and so the story begins. It involves murder, suspicions of secret societies and, somehow, a book about Marin Falier. Alvise's friends include Fabrizio. a bookseller, and his devilish dark-eyed daughter Lucia, who provide witty commentary and help, not least by being the characters who need to have plot developments discussed with them. Matters dramatical and nautical dominate, as do the good old Venetian themes of deception and secrecy generally. There's also a love of dramatic set-pieces, which may be further evidence of the theatrical tendencies. The setting being after Casanova and before Napoleon gives good nostalgia and detailing - being a bit modern, but with no trains or motor boats yet, and still with a doge and his shady enforcers. The action ranges across Venice, but centres on San Marco and Castello. There are necessary meetings and tourism in the Piazza and nearby palazzi, but we mostly spend time in Castello, venturing as far as Sant'Iseppo and the (fictional) theatre of Santa Giustina. And we move around with confidence and a winning lack of geographical liberties or glitches. The arrival of the milord's blonde and full-bosomed cousin is an excuse for some old-fashioned leering, and not in a period way - the scenes are more Benny Hill than Fanny Hill - which I could have done without. But, that lapse aside, this is a pacey page-turner, well-written and with exemplary Ven
etian texture and details.

The Four Horsemen
The sequel, set mere months later, sees Alvise juggling his guiding and spying careers, and having his life threatened when he upsets both aristocrats and ' legitimate businessmen'. None of this helps warm the frost in his relationship with Lucia, the bookseller's daughter. His adversaries overlap, and are in some way connected with an obsessive scholar of Byzantine history who dies in a suspicious fall from his altana. Alvise's investigations take in a literary salon, an irresistible noblewoman, Greek poetry and crimes against the Turkish community. The author juggles literary references, exposition, learning and action in masterful fashion, and as ever the Venetian topography is faultless too, with some especial accuracy in the church detailing. Sant'Antonio (see left) is just one of the long-gone churches that are mentioned as still undemolished (because they were at this time), now-paved-over canals are navigated as they weren't then, and a trip to Sant’Elena is made by boat, as land-reclamation didn't make it part of mainland Venice until the early 20th century. Castello is still the central sestiere, but Giudecca, lagoon islands and Nicolotti territory feature too. As the plot swept gorily to its resolution I was too involved to be making reviewer observations, which is an indicator of narrative excellence in itself. Verily, a feast for the emotions and the intellect.

Sarah Dunant In the Company of the Courtesan
A courtesan and her dwarf are living well in Rome, but are forced to leave, escaping the sacking invaders with just the clothes on their back and the jewels in their bellies. They make for Venice, where after a trip to the toilet they can survive, and later thrive, as her friend Aretino follows her to Venice and she gets painted by Titian. (Aretino's famous book of erotic sonnets, with illustrations by Giuliano Romano, features as a plot device too.) Much later the painting hangs in the Uffizi in Florence and inspires Sarah Dunant to write this book, and it's an enjoyable one - full of life and lust and details and smells and Venice. The characters, major and minor, live and the locations throb, but the book lacks...something, I don't know what, to take it to that higher level where you'd read it if it wasn't about Venice and sex, but it is, so you will. And then towards the end it becomes something else, as real and confusing romantic love creeps in and make for some touching later pages, and maybe finally gives the book what it needs.

Geoff Dyer Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi
My first reaction to the title was, of course, paranoia. As I started reading the novel my suspicions deepened - our hero is a man living in London, a freelance journalist, no longer young, eating almond croissants from Patisserie Valerie, visiting Venice for the 2003 Biennale, complaining about Giorgione’s Tempest being shifted about in the Accademia, and about travelling all that way and finding that pictures you want to see are away on loan. So far so much identity-theft, as readers of my trip reports will understand. But then he starts having a mid-life male-fantasy multi-orgasmic, multiple-hyphen relationship with a smart woman, drinking himself senseless and snorting coke (off the mirrors that the Scuola di San Rocco provide for admiring the ceiling paintings!) and so my feelings of close association vanished. The book evokes Venice, and how one approaches and deals with it, well and recognisably. The characters are authentic, the jokes good, and all is smoothly believable. It’s like a Nick Hornby book for grownups. Then in the second half of the book our Jeff travels to Varanasi in India and the book becomes an extended travel article. There’s some interaction with other people, but it smacks of the realness and ordinariness that you get in travel books. Most of the writing is about the place, the poverty, the people, and shit. Lot’s of shit: on the ground, coming out of our Jeff, and hitting him in the face. The word fragrant doesn’t begin to cover it. It’s more Bill Bryson than Bruce Chatwin, unfortunately, and I could discern no real connection with the first half. Maybe it’s me. It’s easy to imagine one has missed something as the Indian section is full of much mystical mumbo-jumbo, some of which one is maybe supposed to take seriously. As I didn’t it's possible that that’s why the point eluded me. ‘Serious’ novels set in a contemporary Venice are uncommon at the moment, which means that this one should be cherished, but not taken too seriously.

Amelia B. Edwards The Story Of Salome
For a short story this packs a strong period Venetian punch into very few pages, in passages like...
The Ducal Palace glowed in the hot sunshine: the boatmen were clustered, gossiping, about the quay: the orange-vendors were busy under the arches of the piazzetta: the flâneurs were already eating ices and smoking cigarettes outside the cafés.
It begins like one of those P.G Wodehouse stories where one of Bertie's friends announces that he's in love, and it's the real thing this time, as it had been the last five times that month. Here it's a pair of toffs doing the eastern Mediterranean and when the enamoured one is unsuccessful and goes home our narrator ventures further east, returning to Venice a year later, on his way home, to spend a relaxing month sketching. His memory of the beautiful object of his companion's desire proves oddly undimmed, though, and whilst exploring the Jewish cemetery on the Lido he espies a cloaked figure... You can see where this one is going, but it is well written and paced and it gives good Venice, as I say, on the way.

  Chris Ewan The Good Thief's Guide to Venice
Charlie Howard is a house-breaker by trade, but now he writes crime novels with a thief as the hero. He's staying in Venice while he writes his new novel and his agent, Victoria, is on a visit to read how he's getting on. The novel begins - the one we're reading here not the one he's writing - with Charlie realising that there's a burglar in his flat, and it isn't him. It turns out to be a glamorous blonde, and she's making off with his beloved, and very valuable, signed first edition of Dashiel Hammett's The Maltese Falcon. Action best described as cat and mouse ensues, involving breaking, entering, explosions and murders. The tone is light and humourous, which may explain the P.G.Wodehouse comparisons amongst the reviews, but there's a tendency to blokishness here that's not my idea of Wodehousian charm. The aforementioned shapely blonde gets her shapely bits noticed and referred to constantly, for example. And while I'm dealing with the negatives I have to say that there's a lot of smoking in this book, which I found off-putting, and there's also a regrettable anti-cat stance. But the setting is a very real and well-described Venice, so we'll forgive the sexism and the smell of smoke, for the sake of the trouble taken with the topography. From Charlie's flat in Dorsoduro to the Rialto, and an exploding palazzo opposite, this novel gets around Venice with no jarring geographical liberties taken and does a good job evoking a dank, murky and wintry Venice. This is a smooth and easy read, even if the characters are a bit hard to love, maybe because they smell like ashtrays.  


Maxence Fermine The Black Violin
A young genius violinist is drafted into Napoleon's army and ends up in  Venice where he gets billeted with an old genius violin maker who has a story to tell... One of those fable-like tales that come short on detail and texture and long on, it is hoped, resonance and meaning. It succeeds on these terms, although the story is not unpredictable and is very short. There are good brief evocations of Venice too - the spooky Venice of masks and mists and mortality.

Marina Fiorato The Glassblower of Murano
Recently-dumped Nora decides to leave London for Venice and to there become Leonora, reclaiming her colourful Venetian descent, learning the craft of glassblower and discovering more about her famous forefather, himself a master glassblower with a story. The story of Leonora's experiences in modern-day Venice plays out at the same time as we learn of her ancestor's tragic story in 17th century Venice - and it's been, oh, weeks since we've had one of these past/present shadowing jobs. The historical fiction being set in the 17th century is unusual - we're more used to a renaissance or 18th century setting lately - and the glassblowing milieu is quite fresh narrative ground too. Also it makes a change to read a Venice novel this year (2008) that's not about Vivaldi and/or music, although this one does have the Pieta as a strong plot presence. The modern story, though, is very much a wish-fulfilment story for women. Sorry if you think I'm being sexist or compartmentalising, but if I tell you that our heroine gets roped into a glammy advertising campaign for the glassworks she works for because she looks so lovely, like Botticelli's Primavera, and that her colleagues consequently all hate her, and then she becomes pregnant, even though her London relationship had failed because of her barrenness...well, forgive me. Venice is well painted and well loved though, even if there are a couple of annoying mistakes, like Leonora dining out in Piazza San Barnaba - come on, we all know there's only one piazza in Venice.

Ian Fleming Risico
This is a short story found in For your eyes only and it features Venice only very briefly, with a bare few paragraphs, and one good joke. Then it's off to Alberoni on the Lido which gets the benefit of more plot and description and a leftover land-mine accident. If you've only ever seen Bond films, like me, then this is a good place to sample and start and be surprised at how good a writer Fleming is.

Mickey Friedman Venetian Mask
The story begins in Paris, where a veteran of the '68 riots is still living off the fame generated by a book he wrote about them twenty years previously. He has now gathered a circle of unattractive 'friends' for his next project. The plan is for the group to attend the Venice carnival, masked and in a costume of their choice, but to not tell each other what these costumes will be, and then attempt to identify each other based just on the appropriateness of their costumes. The protagonists include a couple recently split by the husband falling for a man in the group, so emotions are running high. And then someone is murdered. This is a novel which shows its age a fair bit (it was published in 1987). When I tell you that one of the characters is obsessed with, and attends carnival disguised as, Jean-Paul Sartre you'll get some idea of what I mean. But being of its time is no condemnation, as it's also a novel which holds the interest and keeps you reading and interested in the outcome, although this interest is not generated by caring for the characters it must be said. The writing is effortless and evocative too - the action takes place in a very authentic Venice. It tries to be a serious novel and a mystery, but falls between stools a bit by being very fractured in its switching between characters and in having so much of the plot-twisting and mystery rely on the cheap trick of mask-wearing. The overall (and unsurprising) theme is identity and the masks we wear.

Mark Frutkin The Lion of Venice
Marco Polo has had less written about him, fewer novels certainly, than some other sons of Venice we could mention, so we welcome with open pages this well-written fictionalised account of Marco's first journey East. There's an assassin following and a guardian lion who appears in dreams. The hallucinatory nature of many episodes adds some fresh flavour to the writing. As a fan of leaner writing I found this a little overdone at times, but the easy flow of the writing and the plot makes me feel quibblesome for even mentioning this. There are some mighty memorable scenes, odd occurrences and telling resonances too. The Venice content begins and ends the book, with Marco's life-before and the aftermath of the long journey, but the evocation is colourful and authentic, especially at the end, as the returning Marco experiences the full impact and beauty of his home city after being so long away. An uncommonly good read.

Carlo Fruttero and Franco Lucentini
The Lover of No Fixed Abode

This is a new (2024) translation by Gregory Dowling, a good friend of this site. As we start reading we are dropped into two plot strands in Venice in winter. One features a budget tour leader as he herds his group and the other is narrated by an art dealer who's flown in to look at some ancestral art put up for sale. The setting, and the time of writing, is the mid-1980s, so there are period details like instamatic cameras and prices in lire, but also much that is familiar, like the personalities that make-up an average tour group, and the unpredictability of Italian opening times. The authors are famous for their crime novels, but this is romantic fiction, albeit concerned with learning the secrets kept by the man of mystery. The language - so many adjectives and adverbs! - and digressions are not your typical crime-fiction fare either. This floridity and plot-wandering can be entertaining, but can also cause one to mentally shout 'oh get on with it!' There's no criticising the Venetian detail and topography, though - the walks and boat rides are authentic and evocative. There's even an index of the places (and people)  featured. We are kept interested as our man's mysteries are slowly uncovered and things get, well, weird - the lines between imagination, fact, history and religion get very blurred. At one point I began to suspect that the mystery man was a centuries-old vampire, and I'm still not sure I was wrong. This book is undoubtedly something else.

Cornelia Funke The Thief Lord
This is a children's book, but an unusually absorbing and well-illustrated one. Ms Funke started out as a children's book illustrator - that's one of her chapter headings below, and you'll find a well-head by her elsewhere on this page. When a detective working in Venice is asked to track down two missing children he little realises how much trouble this one case will cause for him and his tortoises. The kids are currently living in a disused cinema with a bunch of lovable urchins surviving by stealing and scavenging. Their leader, the Thief Lord, is not who he seems - now how unusual is that in novels set in Venice! - and the big job that's going to make their fortune soon turns strange and dangerous. The underlying theme of the adult vs. the child is well played out, and is even explored in the magical developments later. And magical is, for once, a word that can safely and truthfully be used to describe this book. There is also a film.

Nicole Galland I, Iago
In which we read of the life of the villain of Shakespeare's Othello. Growing up in Venice, the unfavoured third son, his tendency to honesty and deception is established early on and in no time we're taken with him into the Arsenale as he is trained in the ways of guns and manhood, before being sent against his will abroad to fight foreigners. He returns unfashionably brown and unwontedly famous for his bluntness. Soon he has met and married Emilia and become indispensable to Othello, the new general of Venice's army. The plot of the play kicks in about two-thirds through and the action gets fruitier and more contrived and Shakespearean then, of course. But the author does a fine job of blending and convincing. We're in Iago's head and so comes understanding, if not always sympathy. The story fair whips along wittily, with Venice well-evoked, both topographically and philosophically - the city's renaissance society's vacuous social rules and nuances of class are rarely so well observed and described. A clever and moving treat.

The so-called Casa di Desdemona.

Robert Girardi Vaporetto 13
Everything has its dark side - life, the moon, the Force and Venice. This book starts unpromisingly, with a cat being put down and with an arid financial fixation usually only found in books with embossed covers. But the shiny heartlessness of our hero's life is, of course, about to get tarnished by contact with the dark and attractive decay and destitution of Venice, and a domino-clad woman who shares these qualities. The author rather overplays the putrescence, in my opinion, and conjures up a somewhat too
dark & corruption-riddled city. This is closer to Stephen King than Barry Unsworth and as such is a fairly gripping read if approached with low expectations.
There was a film of this in production in early 2007, but it was never completed, it seems.

Christopher Golden and Tim Lebbon
The Chamber of Ten

The book begins as a boat brings two characters to Venice and we get some somewhat convenient exposition telling us how Venice is built not on land, but rests on wooden piles, is sinking under the weight of too many tourists, has lost its cats, etc. These characters then visit the Marciana library, where our heroine has discovered an underground chamber full of books, and as she arrives another is found underneath that one! Even though we've just been told that there's no ground beneath Venice for the chambers to be under. Oh well, a certain amount of suspension of disbelief is called for, I suppose, as the story also relies on magic and telepathy, between lovers and over hundreds of years. Once you switch off your scepticism this is a readable romp in equal thrall to Indiana Jones, The Da Vinci Code and The Undrowned Child. And once you've gone all factually forgiving you might also be willing to accept that there's such a thing as a motorised traghetto and that the water in front of the Doge's Palace is a canal, and not a dirty big lagoon. But as the book progresses you'll also have to put up with the just-visited island of San Michele referred to afterwards as San Marco, three times; which is both shoddy copy-checking and confusing plot-wise. Then one of the characters has trouble with a motorbike parked in someone's hall. Then a secret room is found with a Masaccio canvas - that's Masaccio the Florentine famous for his frescoes. (Maybe the authors were thinking of Carpaccio, and didn't have a PC to check. Or to find out the names of any other Venetian artists.) In the end these mistakes and the vagueness of, for example, having an important site described as being 'in Dorsoduro' repeatedly, without ever getting more specific, wearing and annoying. There's also a somewhat inauthentic obsession with all the canals being thick and smelly and the 'streets' being full of rubbish and rats. I mean they're expecting me to buy this book and they can't be bothered with Google Earth, let alone taking a short trip to get to know the place. To say that I don't expect either author to be taking my Venice-lovers Venice Questions quiz is a huge understatement.

William Goldman (as S. Morgenstern)
The Silent Gondoliers

A slim volume from the author of The Princess Bride
containing a short fable, much white space, and many illustrations. It's the story of a gondolier with a gooney smile and his struggle for acceptance by his peers - despite having a singing voice that encourages his pelting with old fish - with lots of secret gondolier lore that is so mysterious and impressive that it must be made up. These include the reason why gondoliers don't sing anymore, despite having such fine voices that Caruso shunned Venice forever after hearing them, and revelations about the secret gondolier hangout and the site of the trickiest turn, used to test all graduating gondoliers. It won't take up much of your life to read this book, but it may well lodge in your memory, especially if you have a fascination for, or indeed a thing about, gondoliers.

Jason Goodwin The Bellini Card
This is the third in a series featuring Yashim the eunuch. Here the young sultan charges our hero with finding and acquiring the famous Gentile Bellini portrait (see below) of his grandfather, thought to be still in Venice. He first sends his friend Palewski, the Polish Ambassador, undercover as an American collector. Things soon get murky, though, as art dealers start to get murdered. The particular period in Venice's history - the mid-nineteenth century - with the city's days of greatness fast waning and the decay in no way slowed by Austrian rule - is most authentically conjured up. Mr G knows his Ottoman history and his Byzantine leanings make for a refreshingly Eastern-looking perspective. It's also refreshing to have the action centred around the San Polo/Santa Croce sestieri. This is a mystery more literary than punchy, and a very satisfying and Venetian read.

It belongs to the National Gallery, but is
now permanently on display in one of
the V&A's Medieval and Renaissance galleries.

Jon Courtenay Grimwood

The Fallen Blade: Act One of the Assassini
This is the first novel in a trilogy set in an alternative version of 15th century Venice. Cynics might say that the whole 'alternative' thing means that you don't have to get your facts right. So this Venice is ruled by the Milioni family, descendants of Marco Polo, and the ruler is called the Duke, not the Doge, there are gondolini, but no gondolas, and there are princesses, but there are also werewolves and vampires, so such quibbling sounds like quibbling, I admit, and most of the differences are explained. The story initially concerns itself with the trials of Giulietta, of the ruling family and chaffing at her status as a pawn in an impending arranged marriage. A bit 'young adult' then, at the outset, but the twisty politics and dark stuff soon take over, with some nasty bits of brutality to take it truly out of pre-teen territory. The other plot strand concerns Tycho, an angelically-pretty vampire boy and his grooming to the ranks of the assassini who are, as you may have guessed from the name, a guild of pastry chefs. The characters are convincing, and convincingly conflicted and in their allegiances and relationships. The Venetian locations are authentically from the murky and stinky tendency - they come off as very real if sometimes somewhat vague. Details like the then-wooden Rialto Bridge and existence of a church of Santa Lucia show that Mr G knows his Venice. But real places are mixed with the imagined, with the imagined allowing the invention of families, saints and even patera. The plot never fails to grip and pull, though, and the final battle leaves you breathless and panting for the sequels.
But the author quashes my quibbles, and proves his Venice-cred big time, by answering The Venice Questions.

The Outcast Blade: Act Two of the Assassini
The story continues, with Tycho, the beautiful monster, who emerges as our hero in the first book, returning to Venice an object of talk and fear. Everyone seems to want a piece of him, to love or exploit mostly, and he's still enamoured of Giulietta, although he's adolescently unable to communicate this. JCG has denied any young-adult intentions with regard to this series, but there's more than a whiff of Twilight to this still-stilted romance. Tycho comes out more as a vampire in this volume too, and there's generally more of the supernatural going on; with a pack of werewolves, a couple of mini-dragons, a spy-bat and a very handy all-seeing bowl of water. Also made more overt is the Othello-like plot strand I admit I didn't spot before. (My revealing story details for this one would spoil you for reading the first one even more.) The plot is dominated by manipulation and politicking, with more talk than action, but a big finale showdown on a swampy Giudecca. Venice is still a mixture of the invented and the authentic, but the sense of the city is unarguable. The unravelling of the strands of deception and shifting allegiances grip more than the topography or plot, to be honest, and keep you reading. Trilogies traditional dip and merely bridge a bit in the middle, and there is a whiff of this at first, but the story whips along in the second half, towards an almost-happy ending which leaves us happily not hanging from a cliff. One more to go.

The Exiled Blade: Act Three of the Assassini
The set up for this final part follows so closely upon the end of the second part that to say much would be to plot-spoil for those of you yet to read that one. So I'll merely say that at the outset Tycho the angelic vampire is now firmly established as Lady Giulietta's lover, and more shakily trusted by (and trusting of) the Regent Duchess Alexa. Prince Alonzo is about to get the punishment he so deserves after his crimes in the second book, and the idiot Duke Marco is proving less witless than he seemed. Exile is the Prince's fate, but he commits one last brutal crime before his ship sails much beyond the Lido, so Tycho sets off in pursuit. Venice is as dark as in the previous volumes, and icy, with games and riding on the frozen lagoon and carriages on the Grand Canal. It's also here still prone to odd naming adjustments like San Maggiore church, San Croce and the Arzanale. The plotting remains tight and kinetic and with just the right strength to the whiffs of the supernatural. And strong they are this time: Tycho's vampiric tendency becomes a stronger and more useful plot feature, the werewolf heir to the Holy Roman Empire is still in play and Tycho's co-assassin Amelia is able to change into a big cat. When the heir, Frederick, turns up in Venice, sent to woo the Tycho-less Giulietta for dynastic purposes, he falls for her truly and things turn a bit teen-romance and Twilight, but JCG's grip on the plot and characters remains sure, mature and convincing. The ending is bit reliant on some supernatural cavalry, but is satisfying, and even heart-warming.

MacDonald Harris Pandora's Galley
Discovering that an author whose name is being bandied about as a forgotten master of his craft really is as good as they're saying is a rare enough thing, confirmed by reading his republished gem - The Balloonist, in this case. To discover that he also wrote a book set in Venice is very superior cake-icing indeed. And a mighty fine book it is too. It is inspired by the author's discovery of documents relating to an American-born mercenary sailor active in Venice in the late 18th century. From this character he spins a story of political skulduggery and intrigue around the threatened French invasion of 1769 and its possible prevention. The plot progresses at a leisurely pace, though, allowing plenty of nice interaction between the author's trademark odd characters. There's also much revelling in the Venetian locales, at a gondola's pace, as we follow these characters across and around the small city, authentically and atmospherically evoked by someone who really knows his Venice. He doesn't put a foot wrong with his evocative period details and precise topography. (The nautical technical stuff I'm less able to judge, but it has real tang too.) He knows that coming into Piazza San Marco opposite the Basilica at this time would take you past the (soon to be demolished) church of San Geminiano, for example; and that as dogs weren't allowed on traghetti the Rialto Bridge, the only bridge over the Grand Canal then, was known as the traghetto di cane, the dog's traghetto. Also impressively beyond the usual is the author's use and grasp of Venetian dialect and his evocation of the ambiguity of Napoleon's intentions, with regard to his wanting to invade Venice but also to free it from, in his view, the tyranny of its elderly ruling class. This one instantly earns a place up there with the Venetian essentials, for its subtlety, effortless authenticity and sure grip of story.

L.P. Hartley Simonetta Perkins
If I tell you that this one tells of a spunky American heiress travelling through Europe with her Mother avoiding the husbands planned for her you might be reminded of works by Henry James and Edith Wharton, and so you'd be half way to knowing how this one was going to play out. The author, best known for The Go-Between, puts his heroine into a version of the romance that he had had with a handsome gondolier - much the same hetero/homo switch as his near-contemporary E. M. Forster makes in his Italian novels. It's a novel of thoughts rather than actions and so slips by with small bright glimpses of Venice from the gondola and long lingering paragraphs spent in the heroine's head as she worries over her fate and character. But it's witty and believable, despite the rarefied air, and enjoyable. Republished by Hesperus Press, publishers of short lost classics in tasteful editions, with interesting introductions by people you've probably heard of.
David Hewson

The Lizard's Bite
The story here begins with murder in a Murano glass foundry, like the last Donna Leon, but this one is very different - it's harsher and more gruesome in its details, in contrast to Ms Leon's recent lack of any real deaths. Other differences include the fact that Hewson's detectives, Nic Costa and Gianni Peroni, are not the charismatic and eccentric characters here, they are his deputies. (Presumably these names were chosen to subliminally suggest the characters when you buy a coffee or a beer.) Also they're helped by their respective girlfriends, who are ex-FBI and a pathologist, and so do not live in a state of domestic bliss. Nic Costa's ex-FBI girlfriend is introduced in a somewhat leeringly sexy way early on, but she soon confounds our doubts with regard to Hewson's sexism by becoming one of the strongest and more well-defined characters. There's art-crime, corruption, and inter-departmental wrangling as we'd expect, all wrapped in an unexpectedly toothsome plot and some good writing. The other books in this series are set in Rome, but here Venice crumbles and glistens as you'd expect with the wrought-iron strangeness of the glass-makers' palazzo/HQ adding architectural interest. The somewhat convenient random-violence ending of the plot bugged me a bit, but the subsequent winding up of the various emotional turmoils of the main characters was convincing and impressive. Superior stuff.

Lucifer's Shadow
This novel, first published in 2004 and reissued mysteriously in 2009 as The Cemetery of Secrets, almost bursts a gasket fitting in nearly all the themes explored in recent Venice-set fiction. It tells two stories, one set in 1733 and another taking place 250 years later. Both feature Vivaldi, a valuable violin, an English villain, a musical manuscript, the cursed Ca Dario, brutal murders, deception and young love. They are centred on Campo San Cassiano and between them also take in the Ghetto, fatal illness, the Lido and the cemetery of San Michele. So a lot is squeezed in, but it all fits and makes for two strong and very involving tales. Each story alternates chapters but both pull their own so that at no time are you ever tempted to skip ahead a chapter. Each features a naive young man, newly arrived in Venice, learning life-lessons and coming out a battered but wiser person. Each also features central female characters of sass and, if you'll pardon the expression, spunk. Throw in a fair few art references and church visits and you have a mighty good Venetian read.

Shooter in the Shadows
This book begins with writer Tom Honeyman arriving at Marco Polo on his way to the island he owns in the northern part of the lagoon. He'd bought the island with the money he'd made writing a salacious book about a gruesome double murder back in his hometown. Having had little success, and having made little money, with anything he'd written since then he needs to come up with something sound and remunerative this year, on his solo writer's-retreat. He's hoping, desperately, to figure out a way of recycling the old murders, and as is usual he sets himself the deadline of the feast of the Redentore. But unusually this year a psychopath is waiting for him on his island, along with his kidnapped estranged daughter, and he seems to know an awful lot about the facts of the case and how our hero twisted them, and ruined many lives, to make his name and fortune. The island is an isolated wreck, miles from anywhere, with no electricity or signals of any sort, and it is our main location, apart from flashbacks to the hometown. The island is fictional but has the usual lepers and plague burials in its past, and a ruined chapel. The stories emerge, invented and true, at a brisk and satisfying pace, with acute observations of character, motive and the motivating power of poverty and lust. The twists and visits to mainland Venice pile up towards the end, but both are well handled and earned.
The island has a fictitious name but is based on the one pictured on the cover, the Madonna del Monte.


The Garden of Angels
Teenager Nico Uccello's  grandfather Paolo is on his last legs in hospital in Venice and needs his grandson to read the story he's written of what happened to him when he was a teenager, in 1943. I've been known to notice how little fiction is written set in Italy during WW2 but beyond identifying Venice during the occupation as mostly just a city for Nazi R&R this novel is set against a pretty standard torture, murder and Jew-hunting background - a story that still needs telling, to be sure. The originality is provided by a Carabinieri collaborator and his self-serving 'if I wasn't being a bastard there are far bigger bastard Germans you'd be dealing with' justification, and the fact that of the two partisans Paolo has to harbour it's the sister who's ruthless and heartless and the brother the  more compassionate and considerate one who stirs feelings in Paolo. The action centres on the eastern part of Castello, around the church of San Pietro and the Uccello family factory in the ruined remains of a convent complex (which gives the novel its title) over the canal from the church (and so to the left in the old postcard left) and suggestive of the lost Santa Maria delle Vergini. The ghetto and the hotel commandeered by the Germans for fun and torture feature too, the latter seemingly based on the Hotel Bauer Grünwald, which was put to such use, but here called the Hotel Giaconda and the Ca' Loretti. But I confess I eventually found myself losing the will to read. The same history and justifications and observations just seemed to repeat over and over as each character got to pondering the same stuff, at length, holding up plot progress and making for my skipping many passages. I hung on until the end, through, as the characters are sympathetic, through the expected executions and murders and unexpected twists. The ending proved bright and neat but more than a touch Hollywood, and so didn't much soften my evaluation of this as far from one of Mr Hewson's best.

The Medici Murders
This one does the old echoes-across-history thing with the murder of British TV historian in exactly the same spot as Lorenzino de' Medici was murdered, he having fled Florence after killing his cousin, Alessandro de' Medici, Duke of Florence, in 1537. Are these killings connected? Before his murder the histrionic historian had brought together a group of historians, amongst whom were ex-pupils, ex-lovers and Donald Clover, our reluctant detective, to announce the discovery of history-busting new documents. Clover, aside from having the same name as an old cat of mine, is an ex-archivist, retired from the National Archives at Kew, employed to use his skills finding these documents. His familiarity with the historian's Gilded Circle from his Cambridge University days then sets him up to help in the murder investigation. The plot canters along, much Venetian ground is covered, centred on San Polo and Dorsoduro, and the revelations are satisfyingly wild. There's lots of exposition - much history gets covered, told, mostly by Donald Clover, to people who have probably heard it before, probably, like us, earlier in this very book. We're told that this is the first in a series, but it uses up a lot of top Venetian tropes in the one novel - the Saint Ursula cycle, Veronica Franco, prostitution, the Ponte delle Tette, the run-down Lido, the Danieli, Casanova...what no Vivaldi?!  No prior knowledge is assumed, and the ending is clever and touching.

The Borgia Portrait
This one opens, mere months after the action of The Medici Murders, above, with our hero-archivist Donald Clover waiting outside the Palazzo Scacchi, a famously haunted and cursed palazzo on the Grand Canal, seemingly based, in reputation and position, on the actual Ca Dario. He's there helping the probable owner, Lizzie, the daughter of a countess and a cockney rock star, whose cursed and over-indulgent lives there saw them both off, one an unsolved probable suicide. Discoveries and collapses ensue, and things get more complicated before they get any clearer. Casanova is involved, or at least a story about him; as is Lucrezia Borgia, or at least a portrait of her, said to be so arousing that there is no shortage of places to hang it whenever it's revealed. The action is largely Dorsoduro-centric, with an early trip to the ospedale and Casanova venturing onto the island of San Cristoforo before it was joined up with San Michele to make the cemetery. The bulk of the story is the solving of the mystery of a circle of locations given as cryptic clues by the countess, supposedly leading to the location said portrait. All very Dan Brown, and very church-centric, so I was much pleased to have cited as 'invaluable' in the author's endnotes. The clues are variably challenging, and their solutions usually educational. There's also the unreliable narrator element of Clover puzzled less by the puzzles than by how good it feels when Lizzie touches his hand. So, lots of Venice, lots of humanity, and lots of fun.

Katie Hickman The Pindar Diamond
In a convent on an island out beyond Giudecca lives a girl who once served the Sultan's wife in Constantinople and who mourns an English friend made there. In Venice itself a visiting English merchant seems intent on gambling away several fortunes. His sadness is somehow connected to an English girl lost to a shipwreck, or slavers. The two strands of this story are linked of course, by a diamond and a mermaid baby - we are initially kept in a fog about how. This novel could have been what a librarian would dismiss as an historical romance, but it really wants to be shelved in amongst the real books. In moments of weakness it tends to drift towards the romantic, but generally has the strength to resist. It does this with the help some fetidness, gothic tendencies and sure-footed and swift-moving plotting. Venice sometimes gets a bit vague, geographically, but its never less than a pleasingly rank, threatening and crumbling presence. A much-nonsense enjoyable read.

Patricia Highsmith The rat of Venice
(in The Animal-Lover's Book of Beastly Murder)
A short story about the rats of Venice, and about how one hard-done-by rat exacts his revenge. A nasty tale that doesn't anthropomorphise and so has a ring of truth to life(!) but is nonetheless slight, albeit with a strong smell of Venetian canals to it.

Susan Hill The Man in the Picture
or quite a while this small book seems as if it's never going to visit Venice, but it does eventually, twice. It's all about a painting of Venice, a scene of the carnival, which acquires the faces of people whose lives it curses. It's a suitably macabre tale, well told but without much of the descriptive detail one might crave, or the gothic excesses one might love guiltily. It's a very readable mix of Henry James with M.R. James which easily holds the attention, but for me it lacked shocks and texture.

Mary Hoffman Stravaganza - City of Masks
Having read one novel set in an imaginary Venice in 2002 (by Tanith Lee below) of course another one appeared within mere days. This one's by an author of books for teenagers, which is what this seems to be. I say 'seems to be' because it's more grown-up in its attitudes to sex and death than books I would've read in my teens and, like the works of Philip Pullman, is more emotionally engaging than most books for adults. The fictional Venice here is called Bellezza, gondoliers are mandoliers, silver is more precious than gold (which means the mosaic domes in the Basilica are silver-coloured in Bellezza) and the doge is female. This Duchessa is about to take part in Bellezza's ceremony of the city's marriage to the sea as the book opens. This involves her being lowered into the lagoon until it reaches her, umm, marriage parts. Into this alterno-Venice is dropped Lucien, a boy from present-day England who is weak and recovering from chemo treatment for cancer. He is transported to 16th-century Belezza if he falls asleep clutching an old notebook made in Venice and found on a skip. His adventures in Belezza take in elements of the thriller and the romance, with a fair amount of magic and alchemy. (William Dethridge, a mysterious Elizabethan mystic in the Dr Dee mould plays an important part, and talks in an amusynge olde Englishe waye.) Murders are planned, and perpetrated, relationships grow, and the plot whips us thrillerishly to a truly moving conclusion. I loved it.

The sequel was set in a sort-of Siena and called City of Stars
, with a third instalment called City of Flowers and set in an alternative Florence. There are six Stravaganza books now, taking in versions of Ravenna, Padua, and Lucca too.

See  The Venice Questions on this very site for more about Stravaganza, Bellezza and Mary Hoffman's Venice.

Timothy Holme Funeral of gondolas
After what happened in Verona, in Neapolitan Streak, the novel previous to this one, detective Achille Peroni has been quietly transferred to Venice, where observing gondoliers to confirm suspicions of their involvement in gambling does not quite live up to his self-conceived 'legend'. But soon a body is found and events take turns both unexpected and oddly connected with his prior investigations. Peroni lives near the Rialto market and his office at the Questura overlooks Campo San Lorenzo, but the spooky Brunetti connections end there. Peroni is not  a domesticated Venetian but a Neapolitan celebrity cop, without a wife but with Southern attitudes to women he's trying to shake and a selfish sense of his own public image which leads him into some regrettable actions. The picture painted of Venice, though, is as detailed and authentic as you could wish for, with only a church visited and a painting observed at the beginning seeming invented. I'm not sure that Venetian society, and gondoliers, are as dedicated to illegal gambling as the book makes out, but the plot is convincing. Maybe a bit too heavy on the Carlo Goldoni content, but as he is the author's specialist interest we can excuse this, and the Goldoni content mixes well with references and echoes of classical myth, along with some light supernatural elements to make for an unusual and witty mixture. Which results in a well written, well paced novel that effortlessly makes you want to read more. As they are out of print this entails trawling online for second-hand copies, but that's no hardship. The Devil and the Dolce Vita, the next one, is set in Venice but the final two are set in Assisi and Lake Garda respectively.

Kazuo Ishiguro Nocturnes
This is a book of five short stories, of which only one is set in Venice. Crooner is the first story, and tells of a young musician's odd encounter with his mother's favourite singer - a Tony Bennettish figure contemplating a comeback. It begins with the musician telling us of the odd life of a guitarist employed as-and-when to play in the café bands of Piazzo San Marco. It gives good Venice, and introduces the themes of the stories: musicians, middle-aged nostalgia, narcissism, and the sorting out of one's life late into it. It has the author's characteristic humanity and sly oddness, all delivered in his easy no-style literary style. But I found the stories artful unresolvedness a bit trying after a while. I don't expect all short stories to end with a twist, of course, but to not have been left hanging every time would've been nice.

Jonathan Holt
The Abomination
: Book One of the Carnivia Trilogy
A woman is found murdered in a priest's robes on the steps of the Salute on a new Carabinieri officer's first day, a US Army lieutenant starts her new job at a huge base near Venice and an internet wiz famous for creating Carnivia - a virtual Venice where people can meet and swap information off the grid - is facing prison for daring to make this possible. What links these plot strands? Well, pretty soon we get intimations of conspiracy and concealment. And black magic and Bosnia.  As the big fish are identified and the red herrings fall by the way this opener for a new series pretty much lives up to its ambitions, I must say. It's contemporary (the Edward Snowden-like figure could not be more timely) with a good and page-turning plot, and has a light and true touch with its lead female protagonists that even descends to fashion observations and the bandying of labels. But things gradually get global and scary - the title and the billing as part of a series don't really prepare you for where this book goes. Harrowing is not too strong a word, especially as the facts of the use of rape during the war in former Yugoslavia become central. This is nearer to Stieg Larsson than Dan Brown or Donna Leon, with added techno touches, but really makes a fresh mixture all its own. Venice may well have been chosen as a location to make more resonant the anonymity and mask-wearing aspect of the virtual version, but its location and locations are cunningly well used. I liked, and wait keenly for more.

The Abduction : Book Two of the Carnivia Trilogy
The second book begins with a teenage girl, the daughter of a US Major, kidnapped from a sex club and bundled in a van. At the same time protesters break into the controversial site of a new US military base and a human skeleton is found. Kat Tapo of the Venice Carabinieri (in the professional doghouse after the last novel) gets forgiven enough to be given the first case, and Colonel Aldo Piola (in the marital doghouse after the last novel) is thought to be a subtle enough operator to cope with the second. The plot evolves fast and smooth, and full of conspiracies to believe in and failures of justice to get angry about. The characters are believably flawed and human and I want to know what happens to them in the next book. The Venice detailing is sparse but authentic, with a lot of the action out of town. But a bloke gets locked up in the famous vegetable-growing prison in the old convent of The Convertite which I had thought was women only.

Book three, The Traitor, came out in May 2015. But in paperback in December 2016 it was retitled The Absolution, to match more closely the titles of the other two, presumably.

Maxim Jakubowski ed. Venice Noir
For fans of the film genre 'noir' means a fatale and  deceptive dame leading some poor sap by his libido into murdering her husband, with said sap ending up regretting it in prison, or his grave. In black and white. I'm guessing a looser definition is going to apply in this collection. Editor Jakubowski introduces and then we're into the first section - four stories involving Venetian residents. They're all written by Italians and being about people still living in Venice have a tendency towards Mestre and Cannaregio. The Ghetto recurs too, as does casual racism, if in the distancing guise of unreliable narrators. The anti-Chinese tendency here is in keeping with Venetian authenticity unfortunately. Each story is better than its predecessor, in style and content, with the final author, Francesca Mazzucato even making you want to read more by her. All the authors in this bit seem little translated into English and all seem to want, judging by their biographies anyway, to stress their transgressive tendencies. The next section is called Shadows of the Past but these are not historical tales, although they do rack up the supernatural element, with Michelle Lovric and Maxim J. himself contributing a story each. But it's the last story in this section, Desdamona Undicesima by Isabella Santacroce that finally gives us something truly dark and disturbing. From then on it's pretty much all tales of tourists meeting grisly ends. The only light relief coming when one of them arrives at their hotel near Piazza San Marco to find three Alfa Romeo police cars blocking the 'street' outside. Oh, and there's a Murano-glass penis plot-device too. The standout in this sequence is the story of a bitter old woman who has her own way of dealing with the tourist problem, and it's also one of two stories told from the resident rat perspective. Stories set in Venice tend to be about romance or death, and there's little love on these pages. The Venice here is the Venice of Don't Look Now and The Comfort of Strangers, and noir means stories with murders, it seems. Some good stuff but it's all a bit, well, monochrome. Me, I prefer shade
and light, but if you like things utterly dark...

Henry James

Travelling companions

A young man spots a young woman enraptured in front of Leonardo's Last Supper in Milan. She's an American 'doing' Europe with her father and the three get to talking and meeting up again later in Venice, where things develop. Not a slushy romance, of course, but also not the dense style of later HJ, although there is much ambiguity and subtlety of emotion. It's a bookish young man's story of an early, gentle infatuation. It was written on James's return to America after his first visit to Italy and so the early fierce infatuation with Italy is very evident too. Lot's of love of Leonardo and Tintoretto and Venice as dusk falls. There's period detail in the fact that on a visit to Padua they have to rustle up a boy with a key to see the Giottos in the Scrovegni Chapel - a bit different from pre-booking a short time-slot and shuffling in a queue through a climate-controlled airlock. And Veronese's not quite so fashionable now. A good and accessible intro to Henry James and his Italy. And a fine companion to the later and more well-known...

The Aspern papers
The story of an obsessed biographer's siege laid to an old woman and her elderly niece in the hope of getting his hands on the old woman's papers, she having once been the muse of the fictional famous poet Jeffrey Aspern. The women live like hermits in their gloomy and unloved Venetian palazzo and so the biographer becomes their lodger and worms his way into their Miss Haversham-like dusty seclusion. The story is based on true events told to James by Eugene Lee-Hamilton, Vernon Lee's brother,  which took place in Florence and involved Claire Clairmont and her letter's from Shelley and Byron, who was her lover and the father of her daughter. The writing style is more mature and more mannered, and matches the pompous obsession of the narrator. The Venice evoked is a fair bit darker too, with most excursions made at night, and in gondolas with the felze cabin on, but no less seductive.  A classic of the fictional Venice.


Christopher Jones White Phantom City
(Later rewritten and retitled
The Breath of the Zephyr -
I read the original.)

What we have here is one of those dual-time-period jobbies, but the two periods are so diverse, the choice of these times quite odd, and the jump so sudden and unexpected that you can't help but warm to the book. We start in the English countryside towards the end of World War II, with a carpenter and his niece living somewhat tragedy-struck lives with tantalising traces of the unexplained and strange. And there's the looming presence of Venice, in the shadowy past and in their hopes for the future. An American bomber crew causes all sorts of romantic improvements and tragic worsenings to their lives, before events catapult them to Venice, in the late 18th century. The Venice atmosphere is thick and authentic, and the detail copious.  A bit too much of a San Marco focus, maybe, but the characters do venture off the beaten track with no loss of surefootedness. The tendency for all the usual famous faces of the time to turn up as firm mates and admirers of our central couple is a bit...convenient, but real events are cunningly worked into the plot too. The supernatural element is central, but it's more reminiscent of M.R. James than it is in thrall to the current fad for reluctant werewolves and romantic vampires. A gently compelling and spooky read, then, despite its length, and an enjoyable and colourful one.

Philip Gwynne Jones

1. The Venetian Game
And a good game it is too. Nathan Sutherland is the English Honorary Consul to Venice, a post which consists of helping tourists who have been robbed and/or lost their passports, mostly. To pay the rent he does translation work, lawnmower manuals as the book opens. And as it opens he is also being offered a suspiciously generous fee to look after a suspicious parcel for a few weeks. He refuses, but eventually has to take possession, and discovers that it contains a book, a Life of the Virgin, illuminated by Giovanni Bellini, or at least his studio. We follow Nathan around an authentic and well-painted Venice, as he meets friends and strangers with well-written and nicely ambiguous characters and intentions and tries to find out what and who he is dealing with - art crime and rich bastards, basically. The plot is complex enough to be involving, but not to confuse, as the author is concerned more with relationships and personalities. And Venice - he puts not one foot wrong with his topography and knowledge. Who knew that the long and low arch of pipe amongst the chimneys in the oil refinery in Marghera, visible from the Zattere, is called the Arch of Cracking? Or that cigarette vending machines in Italy need you to insert your health card, to prove you're old enough? Some of my personal obsessions, like cats, churches, gelato and the Italian fixation on rubbish 70s and 80s rock music, are also dealt with. Add a satisfyingly (but not gratuitously) surprising and action-packed ending and you have a book that I can wholeheartedly recommend.

2. Vengeance in Venice
As this one begins Nathan is at work in an odd-numbered year, translating meaningless guff for Biennale brochures. The next day he is proseccoing it up
in the Giardini when a journalist falls from the walkway above an installation of sharp glass shards and is decapitated. A seeming accident is complicated by notes and postcards found with images and references related to Judith, and what she did to Holofernes. Feelings of not-rightness, more postcards, and an attempt on his life keep Nathan poking away, and annoying some very unlovable people. The interactions and the locations are the strength, as before, with the relationships believable and the travelling around full of sights and sparkle. Nathan's relationships with his girlfriend Federica and his cat Gramsci are convincing and pivotal - her attitude to Jethro Tull albums and his way with ball toys reveal deeper truths. The picture of the Biennale that the author paints is convincing too, if not entirely attractive. Your reaction to our hero's alcohol consumption may vary from mine, though - he puts away more in the few days that this book spans than I do in several years, but that may just be me. One damn smooth and very fine Venetian read.

3. The Venetian Masquerade
Nathan's birthday-treat trip to La Fenice is somewhat spoiled by the no-show of a favourite singer and a gory murder in a box. The victim turns out to have been an academic with Nathan's business card in his pocket and so our hero is soon meeting cute with the singer and looking for a lost Monteverdi opera. My attitude to opera can be described as agnostic-to-anti, but reading about it is a lot more palatable than listening to it, for me anyway. Also it's February, and so Nathan gets to vent an attitude to the Carnevale nonsense nicely close to my own. We get to spend some time on Torcello, even in Santa Maria Assunta and to join the Marciana Library even. The English church of Saint George features very centrally too, as does Piazza San Marco. The business of the lost libretto gets messy, punches are thrown, lips get bloody, emotions get fraught and things get very operatic towards the end. Maybe a bit too operatic and twisty for my taste, with several false endings, but this is an authentic Venetian page-turner for all that, full of strong and believable emotions and relatable feelings. And a very true-to-life cat, with an ambiguous attitude towards felt balls that rings very true.

4. Venetian Gothic
The spring Venetian-fiction pattern of the new Brunetti in March followed by the new Nathan Sutherland in April is now pleasingly established, given extra piquancy by the contrast of my having read 2020's new Brunetti whilst we were still allowed out, and my reading this one as the coronavirus is keeping us all in quarantine. So it's doubly refreshing to begin a book set in a country where the concept of social distancing could not be more of a contradiction and for its opening chapters to be so effortlessly and distractingly gripping. Nathan is paying his respects to a fallen colleague with his Marxist mates at the San Michele cemetery when an encounter with the minister from Saint George's leads to a bizarre accident and the revelation of an empty coffin. As enquiries progress we see a lot of Venice but, as in some Brunetti novels, we're not actually sure if any crime has been committed, until a body finally turns up, and the suspicion of spooky goings-on justifies the books title. It's the authenticity of the characters and the encounters that we're here for, as ever, in the Venice that we can all recognise and relish. And we've all known cats like Gramsci, have we not? A sudden burst of violence towards the end is a bit of a shock, in a novel where some cat scratches and Nathan's girlfriend Federica's violent dislike of Jethro Tull albums is as harsh as it's got. But it undoubtedly propels us towards a genuinely emotional ending that will leave you stirred and satisfied. The other notable contrast with the Brunetti novels is that our Mr Jones's books get better with each one.

5. The Venetian Legacy
This year's Nathan and Federica novel begins with their wedding and Fede's shock inheritance of her father Elio's holiday villa on Pellestrina. An impromptu honeymoon there (with Gramsci) leads to some predatory-cat problems, shock discoveries and the stirring up of Elio's Mafia connections. So we're talking serious crime, real criminals and actual corpses this time. There's more violence generally, but what we're here for are the relationships and the dialogue, and we're not disappointed. There is less Brit prog rock on the soundtrack this time, and even a bit of Ariana Grande, but much prosecco and coffee is drunk, meals enjoyed and fish cooked. The whiff of authenticity is strong about the mafia stuff - the Venetian version is called the Mala del Brenta - and the plot intensifies and twists into a very satisfying conclusion. Lots of Lido and Pellestrina locations, but trips back to Venice proper take in familiar locations, and the Santa Maria Maggiore prison. This is a book which grips such that you will find yourself happily binge reading.

6. The Angels of Venice 7. The Venetian Candidate
This one begins with the acqua granda of November 2019 - the storm and apocalyptic flooding - and takes us through its aftermath. The dirt and detail are what you'd expect from one who lived through it, and it's all very much in the now, the only jarring anachronism being someone nowadays actually wearing an Hawkwind t-shirt. During the storm an art-
historian is found floating murdered in a bookshop, and as she was a Brit Nathan becomes involved, and helping with the red tape leads to helping with the investigation. She had a flaky boyfriend, a smarmy millionaire employer and the owner of the bookshop she was found in seems to have taken her on more than a few boats trips. Angels feature, confusingly at first, but resolve themselves into the soppy Reynolds painting (see right) and on deeper into Dürer. The investigation forms a backdrop to the living and the mopping up and, as with the divine Donna, it's the human stuff that keeps you reading - this time there's some very believable grieving. Rest assured Gramsci is still a biting blighter and Fede remains sensible. Moral ambiguity and real emotions, in characters central and peripheral, make this a solid enhancement of an ever-improving and effortlessly gripping series.

7. The Venetian Candidate
This one begins after the acqua granda of November 2019. It's January 2020, there's a smell of damp plaster and fresh paint in the air, but Covid is just a rumour. The plot begins with a worried relative ringing Nathan about his missing brother. But only recently disappeared, so it's too soon for the police and it's up to our hero to go looking, and find a frozen body in a war graves cemetery. The background is a mayoral election in Venice and then there's the mysterious Visconti Box. We also learn much about Venice during WWI, the golden age of Italian cinema, Palladio, fascist football gangs and Jethro Tull reissues. The fact that this variety works and blends and all gets tied up at the end is testimony to the author's growing skill with this stuff. The action ranges around Venice, taking in the Scuola Grande di San Rocco, St George's Anglican church, Angelo Raffaele and the church and campo of San Polo. There's also a road trip into the Veneto mainland with Nathan and his mate, and there are no prizes for guessing the CDs that get played the car's stereo. Add believable characters and dialogue, copious drinking and convincingly shocking violence and we have another winner.


Joseph Kanon Alibi
It’s 1946 and Adam Miller leaves the army and his job tracking down Nazis and goes to stay with his mother newly relocated to Venice. His mother has met someone she wants to marry, it seems, and then Adam meets a Jewish woman at a party who tells a story that makes him violently unwilling to let the marriage go ahead. Venice sparkles as ever, and everyone has their dark secrets and much is not, as you might imagine, what it seems. The period is a fertile setting for those old Venetian themes of death and deception but this novel has ambitions beyond murder-mystery plot twisting and it achieves them, with satisfying amounts of moral ambiguity and believably conflicted characters. The quality of the writing grips you from the off, and Venice is integral and lovingly conjured. The blurb mentions the ‘piazzas and canals of Venice’ even though, as most of us know, there’s only one piazza in Venice. But that’s just the blurb – more puzzling is the novel’s recurrent use of a location near the Accademia called San Ivo, when it seems to mean San Vio. But I pick nits, and this is one of the best Venetian reads you could hope for – because it’s much more than just a book that happens to be set in Venice: it’s about Venice at a particular point in its history, and how lives were being lost and ruined in ways both particular to the time and horribly familiar and universal.

Sarah Bruce Kelly Vivaldi's Muse
This version of the Vivaldi/Anna Giro relationship focuses on Anna's early girlish passion for the composer and his music, painting a convincing and sensitive picture of a girl developing, unsure of her needs and feelings but sure of what she wants. There's the jealous and cruel older singer, of course, losing her fresh eminence to Anna and intent on hindering her glittering career, but all good ointment needs its fly, and this one is very believable. The central relationship is well dealt with - Anna's prettiness and Vivaldi's power to charm are factors, but a fine and credible line is trod with regard to their relationship. This novel is a broadened-out re-writing of an earlier book by the author for young adults called The Red Priest's Annina, and there is sometimes a breathlessness about the prose which betrays this, but it's more likely to make one grin than frown. Passion for music flows through the book too, especially concerning the balance between feeling and training with regard to vocal technique. The concentration here is on Vivaldi the opera composer rather than the Pieta side. Episodes in the composer's career come and go, and feel like they're happening rather than just being ticked off. And the author knows her Venice. A convincing and involving read.

Laurie R.
King Island of the Mad
This is one of the author's series of novels featuring Mary Russell and her much older sidekick Sherlock Holmes in the early 20th century. It begins with the investigation of the disappearance of a mad toff, the sister of an old friend of Mary's, and a spell in Bedlam. This episode, basically the first third of the book, is impressive in detail and humanity, and makes the place seem a lot better and more humane than is often presented. Then it's off to Venice in pursuit, a city infested with black shirts, it being 1925 and also crawling with rich young things, mostly massing on the Lido. The fascisti are a secondary line of inquiry, as Mycroft has set Sherlock to finding out what he can, and to analysing their threat and potential to spread. The author's Venice is very well-textured and utterly convincing. Locations, apart from the throbbing Lido, include the Ca' Rezzonico, occupied by Cole Porter, and the islands of San Lazzaro, San Clemente and Poveglia. There is much dealing with the many permutations of human sexuality, but no actual sex takes place. And this 'lavender' aspect of the story provides the very satisfying denouement, which is utterly free of violence, despite guns and a sword being carried. I was sufficiently warmly smitten to feel the need to explore the other, non-Venetian, volumes in this series, of which there are many, and which provided the reading highlights of 2021, a year which needed them.
  Ivo Knottnerus The Secret of Paolo - the life of the Renaissance painter Paolo Veronese in Venice
I have read some tedious books for the sake of this website, but this one defeated me after very few pages. The language is so stilted and the process of making a story up from sparse facts is so nakedly obvious and very tortuously done. It may just be the translation, from the Dutch, but I think not.

Jane Langton The Thief of Venice
In which Homer's wife Mary takes centre stage, as she wanders around Venice, photographing every corner, and comes under the spell of a handsome murderer, whilst Homer fondles rare books. Another plot strand involving one of Homer's colleagues gets woven in, all towards a satisfyingly exciting denouement. This is still cosy stuff, to be sure, but acquires some quite stirring emotion as Mary confesses to her lapse, and later when some tragic history emerges. But both of the Homer Kelly mysteries I've read (the other one is set in Florence) have had our supposed hero sidelined by other characters. Is this what I get for coming to a series late? Shame about the standard of proofreading too - we get the composer Haydn referred to as Hayden, twice! And I can’t believe that someone scientifically testing Venice’s irreplaceable holy relics would be allowed to take them home. Good Venetian atmosphere, though, and the problems of getting around during the acqua alta are well evoked and worked into the plot.

Tanith Lee Faces under Water
This is the first of a series of books set in a fictional city based not-loosely on Venice. The city is called Venus, it's full of canals; it has gondoliers, but they are called wanderliers; and it has a carnival where all must go masked, on pain of death. Making it not the real city means Ms Lee can take liberties - not least with geography and place names - whilst retaining the spirit of the place. And retain it she does, and turns it up a few notches into darker territory and deeds, darker even than are usual for Venetian Gothic fictions. It means that she can also create another island, lost under the sea, with sea-weed draped statues and fish-infested palazzos. The plot plays with not-unusual Venetian themes of deception and masks and magic and death. But it's all cranked up a few notches, as I say, and nasty and sexy. Some good vivid writing, too, if you can forgive occasional bursts of the incomprehensible and the overwrought, which I can when there's as many bits of glowing and sensual writing as you get here. Horrible cover though.

Donna Leon
Characters and issues tend to dominate, with crimes and their investigation becoming less crucial.
 Recently the author has occasionally been phoning them in, or honing her style, depending on your point of view.
But, like cinnamon buns, even when they're ordinary they're still tasty.

There's now a whole page devoted to the
Commissario Brunetti German TV series

Death in a Strange Country 2
This was only the second of Donna Leon's Venetian murder mysteries, featuring Commissario Guido Brunetti, but it shows all the elements and excellence of the later episodes, pleasing on so many levels. There's the plot, involving a dead American found floating face-down in a canal, loathable industrialists, and official obstruction and corruption making the Commissario's job much harder. We get nearer to a fuller understanding of the hidden power of money and then the Mafia things get genuinely scary. And then there's Ms Leon's fab way with family life, and Guido's believable relationship with his fully-rounded wife and kids. Policemen just don't come more straightforwardly likeable and admirable than Guido Brunetti.

The Death of Faith 6
The iniquities of the Catholic church are explored and exposed, as a visit from a nun who cared for his sick mother puts Commissario Brunetti on the trail of many an unworthy cleric. Real people populate Donna Leon's novels and Brunetti and his familiar family and colleagues are here forced to face up to Italy's mother church and its many failings: priestly proclivities, greed, and Opus Dei amongst others. She just gets better with each one - the bizarre image of the very small man living in a flat full of very large furniture and his collection of very small (snuff) boxes cannot fail but lodge in your mind.

A Noble Radiance 7
The discovery of bones in a field at the foot of the Dolomites starts the Commissario poking his procedural stick into the wasps nest that is the Venetian aristocracy. And, as he opens up an old kidnapping case - that most anti-family of crimes - our hero delves again into matters familial whilst plagued by his aristocratic father-in-law's accusations regarding the state of his own marriage. The incompetent superior and his oily familiar are familiar figures, as is the smart and connected secretary Signorina Elettra. Venice, too, is strongly in place, if never quite fragrantly evoked. Then, towards the end, all sorts of odd stuff emerges and the meaning of the title is clarified. You can rely on Donna.

Fatal Remedies 8
Brunetti's wife Paola is getting increasingly angry at the reports of sex tours taking men off to places like Thailand to have sex with children. She decides that action is called for, and that an implicated local travel agent needs his window breaking. After the second such attack Brunetti can't prevent her arrest. As the couple argue over right and wrong, and where the law stands with regard to these concepts, Brunetti's current case takes a tragic turn. This is what we want: sexual politics, discussion of what makes a marriage strong, typical Italian corruption, the typically bad postal service, and all played out against our favourite backdrop, evoked in a low-key, but strongly. Paola is undoubtedly a strong woman: she has her own career and does what she thinks needs to be done, yet strangely she still finds time to cook and wait on Brunetti hand and foot, while he lies around and reads. Now why can't I find a woman like that?

Friends in High Places
Drugs and building regulations figure largely in this one. Brunetti's apartment is found to not officially exist and then the bureaucrat who'd told him of this dies suspiciously, as do some drug addicts. The whole mess is stewed up by the presence of some loathsome loan-sharks, and the descendants of doges, and we're set for more insights into the unchallengeable corruption of the Italian state, set against the backdrop of the city we love, featuring characters we care about.

A Sea of Troubles 10
A fishing boat explodes and sinks out on Pallestrina and two clam fisherman are found dead in the sunken hulk. So begins a case for Brunetti which combines the familiar themes of corruption, bureaucratic blind-eyes, and obstructive witnesses with new concerns like the confusing strength of his concern for the welfare of Signorina Elettra, the Questore's secretary, who insists on going undercover to help. Although she uses the same characters in each of her novels Ms Leon never exactly covers the same ground, with the allegiances and prejudices of a small fishing community providing the flavour here, and Brunetti is as prone to confusion at his emotions as the rest of us. And all rounded off with a tragic and truly gripping climax. 

Wilful Behaviour 11
The murder of one of Paola's students sends Brunetti chasing leads all the way back to World War II, as long-forgotten, or long denied, episodes in Italy's fascist past are dug up, often by people who haven't forgotten, but who still deny. Fascinating insights into country-wide amnesia, and the lack of any reliable histories of the last World War in Italian, mix it up with a fashionable foray into art-crime in another reliable gripper. And all the stuff I usually say about the truthful and touching family and human stuff is here as usual, if not more so.

Uniform Justice 12
The uniform being military and the justice being about as elusive as usual. A cadet is found hanged in the showers at an elite military academy and suicide is the easy answer. You will not be surprised to learn that Brunetti is sceptical, and rightly so. The boy turns out to be the son of a Venetian politician known for his honesty - that rarest of qualities in politics generally, let alone Italian politics - who had retired suddenly many years previously. This retirement had coincided with his wife's getting injured in a hunting accident, and resulted in an investigation into military procurement shenanigans being dropped. You can see generally where this is going, but it is the emotions and issues stirred up in Brunetti and the other cast members that provide the meat in the tale. Signorina Elettra is again essential, and seems about to reveal some back-story, but remains as enigmatic as ever. The usual blend of cynicism and humanity make Brunetti as lovable as ever, and we continue to care and want to know what'll happen to him next.

Doctored Evidence 13
As twisty as ever the story, beginning with the death of a grumpy old woman and taking in the oppression of immigrant workers, blackmail and a comprehensive selection of the old seven deadlies, is at once familiar and surprising and full of very real people. I found a couple of the plot devices a little laboured but this is as convincing and involving as ever. And Signorina Elettra just keeps getting more and more of an enigma.

Blood From a Stone 14
As the Christmas lights sparkle in bitterly cold mid-December Venice an African seller of fake designer bags is murdered. And so Brunetti begins an investigation that'll reveal racism, uncover conspiracy and show us more of the Italian state's labyrinthine levels of corruption. But Ms L. keeps the blend as fresh as ever with Brunetti's family life reflecting the issues and that easy style breezing you through the very present-day concerns with wit and perception. Another good one.
An early title for this one was Vu Cumprà, the faintly derogatory name for the African bag sellers, but a bit out of keeping with the series' usual cliché-quote-based titling I suppose.

Through a Glass Darkly 15
This one begins during a peaceful Spring stretch for Brunetti as, for the first hundred pages, he gets to investigate a crime that's not been committed, only threatened, but which has worried the daughter of the owner of a Murano glass works. Her father has been heard to say he'd like to kill his son-in-law, her husband, whose eco-concerns are somewhat contrary to the old man's business ethic. So there's much discussion of the harm being done to Venice's waters and workers, and some nice glassy stuff. Eventually someone's found dead by a furnace

Suffer the Little Children 16
And this new one's even more murder-free, as our favourite Commissario looks into a Carabinieri raid on a paediatrician which results in concussion and a baby taken into care. He uncovers baby-trafficking, misuse of computerised records and some men with some very nasty views. But even with such un-gruesome material we're still drawn in and gripped by the effortlessly human beings Donna Leon puts our way, including old favourites like Signorina Elettra, who gets to play an even more crucial, and active, role this time. This all feeds into the series' recurring theme of the family; with Venice, food, morality and corruption all pondered too. And fig flavour ice cream.

The Girl of his Dreams 17
This one starts out all low-key and domestic again, with no real crime committed for the first third of the book. But we do eventually get the real thing this time, with the shock of authentic death by drowning. The non-crime bit concerns itself with organised religion, with the topics of East European immigration and gypsies all stirred up by political correctness and corruption as the book progresses, making for a good topical and typical brew. As ever it's Brunetti's way with people, his way with conflict and politeness, his humanity and perception which provides the meat and keeps us turning those pages. All our favourite characters are here, and there's that comforting feeling of catching up with the lives and gossip of acquaintances. New developments include a map in the book showing the places where the action takes place, and Brunetti admiring, and visiting, a fair few churches. As my contribution and tribute to the use of clichés for the recent titles I have to say: she makes it all look so easy.

About Face 18
The Brunettis go to a dinner party at Paola's parents' palazzo. Rich people are there, discussing rich-people stuff, but a rich man's wife with an unearthly look, thanks to plastic surgery, surprises and arouses Brunetti with talk of Cicero. Next day at the office Brunetti is introduced to an initially cagey carabinieri who needs his help, but only reveals why after three chapters of emotional and verbal sparring. And so we're off. There's soon a corpse, the Camorra, useful computer hacking and trips to a casino and chemical dumps in Marghera. This one's basically about the illegal shipping of waste, but the personal and political webs that are woven around the plot and the people is what we turn these pages for and we are, as ever, not disappointed. I have to say, though, that I was more than a bit unconvinced by a crucial aspect of the (plot-crucial) behaviour of the main character in the non-waste-related strand of the plot, revealed towards the end. Another one set in the snow too, as was Edward Sklepowich's Veils of Venice a couple of weeks back.

A Question of Belief 19
There's a hot summer setting this time, as Brunetti wades through the sticky days up to his holiday poking around a couple of unrelated and barely proven crimes. It's real life stuff of course, with the usual concentration on personalities over procedures. An old woman seems to be being taken in by a dubious faith healer - not so utterly different from being duped by the more solidly entrenched state religion, as Brunetti observes. And there's something wrong with a number of court case deferments that could well be profiting the defendants. No crime is committed or detected until almost halfway in, when a body is found as Brunetti's holiday has barely begun. The story is littered with sadly wasted lives, dealt with with Ms Leon's trademark combination of human warmth and practical cynicism. And as ever you're left with the feeling of having delved into real lives.

Drawing Conclusions 20
A young woman returns from a meet-the-parents trip that had gone very sour to her flat, its window facing the prow of San Giacomo dell’Orio. Going to collect her post she finds her older downstairs neighbour lying dead. There's blood on the floor and, it turns out, fingerprint bruises on her shoulder. The autopsy says she died of a heart attack but Brunetti is disturbed by doubts about what might have caused it. Not a sparklingly original setup, you might say, but of course it's the characters, encounters and (dare I say it) issues raised that provide the shine and substance. A couple of spiky encounters, with a nun and the boss of a charity helping victims of abuse, are likely to particularly stick in the mind. Ambiguity, surprises, Signorina Elettra, authentic and followable routes through Venice, a moving ending...all elements in place then. Satisfaction guaranteed.

Beastly Things 21
This year's Brunetti begins with an actual corpse - and it's a murder victim too - which is an unusually straightforward and crime-novely opening as far as recent Brunetti outings go. It takes a while to find out who he is, and why anyone would want him dead. But of course there are also some smart bits of business along the way between characters old and new, and some plot shadowing in the form of discussions of cows. (Nice to know that Brunetti's wife Paola shares my own very real fear of them.) And ageing. And Brunetti has a new computer, which has been finagled out of some obscure bit of EU budget and which he's determined to use virtuously. So we slip warmly back into the characters' lives, as ever, catching up with them like meeting old friends. I'll just add that Chapter 19 does not need to be read by vegetarians, but all non-vegetarians SHOULD read it. Also that in the final chapter Donna Leon shows she can still surprise with something odd and moving.

The Golden Egg 22
Things begin all domestic, around the Brunetti family dining table, then the plotting starts in a leisurely way with Brunetti being asked by Patta to look into the Mayor's daughter's business partner, and possible bribes to overlook their mask shop in Campo San Barnaba displaying its wares on the pavement. So far so low-key, even if the Mayor's children's noses in the state-cash trough is another example of one of the series' recurring concerns, and all the hotter topic in these barely-post-Berlusconi times. Paola, Brunetti's wife, then phones him in a state of agitation about the death of the disabled deaf man who helps out in their drycleaner's. (Maybe I've been watching too many of the TV adaptations, but it's good to get back to the books' subtler characterisations - Patta's much less slapstick self-obsession and incompetence, and Paola displaying strong feelings so foreign (literally) to the actress who plays her on the telly.) The dead man looks like a suicide, but his mother is behaving oddly and he seems to have existed without leaving any official traces. The action centres mostly on the area around Campo San Polo and Campo San Stin this time - all very much on Brunetti's doorstep. You might begin to think that you can guess where the plot's heading but you might be wrong, at least as far as your conception of the depths that inhumanity can plumb goes.


By Its Cover 23
This one opens with Brunetti investigating the theft of pages and books from a library on the Zattere, a library whose major donor is a friend of Brunetti's (wife's) family and who is expected to not be best pleased at the thefts. Which all leads the reader to expect a somewhat murder-free and family-centric story this time. Well, the somewhat ragged start settles down and things do become decidedly uncosy latter on, rest assured, with the violence, and novel, centring on Castello. The sestieri's rough authenticity, and the residents still speaking in dialect, are well evoked. But then just as the plot seems to be resolving to a stately conclusion the book just suddenly ends - it really does seem as if tens of pages of resolution have been left off the end. This could be an elaborate joke coming at the end of a book concerned with the removing of pages from valuable books, but I think not. Very odd. Let's hope that this decidedly lazy-seeming effort doesn't signal a decline in the author's enthusiasm and quality control.

Falling in Love 24
And after the worry of quality-control slippage regarding the last one it's good that this one grips and impresses from the off. It sees the return to Venice of Flavia, the opera singer from Death at La Fenice, the first Brunetti novel, and Acqua Alta. She is getting yellow roses from a nameless admirer in quantities and with a frequency that suggests a stalker. An attack on a young singer may be connected and Brunetti and
Signorina Elettra start to do their things to find the perp, even as the violence escalates. Violence against women and the much much rarer phenomenon of violent women are the underlying subjects here, with the follies and strengths of humankind and Venice and its beauties and gossip in the foreground as ever. There are plenty of strolls around Venice and a touching scene where Brunetti goes into San Zanipolo to light a candle for his mother and can't suppress a shudder at the church's poorly restored Bellini. Even the opera content isn't overdone, even for your anti-opera-buff reviewer here, and often provides fascinating glimpses of a very different world. Tosca, the opera being performed, echoes the plot nicely too. I have to say that the ending is more than a little sudden, but not nearly as jarring as last time. Leaving which aside I can but sigh contentedly.

The Waters of Eternal Youth 25
We begin with Brunetti at a dinner at his mother-in-law's, which he's unwillingly attending as an authentic Venetian to impress some potential donors to another Contessa's Venice in Peril-like charity. When this other Contessa asks Brunetti to visit her it's to ask him to look into the near-drowning of her teenage granddaughter 15 years previously. It left the girl with the mental age of eight and the Contessa suspicious that there's more to the drunken rescuer's talk of seeing someone push her. Scenes such as Brunetti's teasing out and observing as the Contessa comes to the point is what we're here for, and the writing of these scenes doesn't disappoint. It's half way through the book before an actual crime comes to light, by which time Brunetti's fellow commissario Claudia Griffoni is firmly established as Brunetti's sidekick on this one, as her background is suddenly revealed and becomes useful. The action is mostly around Brunetti's home patch of San Polo, with the near-drowning taking place in Rio San Boldo and many meetings in Campo San Giacomo dell'Orio. We also have Brunetti regretting the loss of the cat sanctuary in front of San Lorenzo, and detouring by the Miracoli to boost his flagging spirits. Brunetti's boss is as malleable as ever, Signorina Elettra remains omniscient, and his family continue to provide stability. Griffoni as his new right-hand-person makes a change and may be a source of future freshness. A slightly hurried ending to the case is followed by a somewhat more considered, and pretty touching, last scene in the story of the victim.

Earthly Remains 26
Whilst interviewing a well-connected scumbag suspect Brunetti is forced to feign a heart-attack to distract a colleague from giving said scumbag a good slapping and thereby endangering his career. Rushed to the Ospedale Brunetti is told that he needs a couple of weeks free of the stresses of his job. He decides that what he needs is to escape from steaming July Venice, and benefit from the calming effect of water and boats. It turns out that one of his wife's wealthy relatives has just the villa on Sant'Erasmo. The first third of the book is devoted to this winding down, and Brunetti getting his rowing mojo back. There's plenty of boat lore and stuff about bees too, as he befriends the villa's taciturn caretaker, a man much saddened by the deaths of his wife and bees. We also get too much detail as to, for examples, Brunetti's packing and clothing choices and the nuances of navigating of the lagoon, but after a body is found the distractions fall away and Brunetti's, and the author's, gift for observation and psychological acuity take over. After some gripping interviews we get an ending of characteristic greyness, which you'll probably need to discuss with someone else who's read the book.

The Temptation of Forgiveness
As each passing year brings its own April and a new Brunetti novel one wonders if a certain jadedness or predictability might set in, for the reader or the author. But it only takes the opening scene of this one, where Brunetti, on the vaporetto to work, encounters a mysterious bank of fog , in an episode that borders on the mystical, and then gets to work to a summons to the office of  his vice questore, who is convincingly compared to the clot on a pot of yogurt, to make all such worries evaporate. The plot then unfolds in a typically leisurely way, involving drug-dealers and chemists, with the actual crime revealed slowly, as if out of a fog, with fragrant sidelinings and the usual greyness about the morality and justice. Along with the usual authenticity and reality of the Venice that passes by, and of the human interactions, we have the full compliment of the joys of the Brunettis. But then at the end we get another one of those dangling endings that seem to be missing a chapter - the perp confesses and then the book ends, with nary a wrap-up, or even concluding thoughts from anyone, and the fate of the book's main victim is left unresolved. All of which I found unsatisfying, in a novel otherwise well up to expectations.

Unto Us a Son is Given
Here we begin with Brunetti summoned to a meeting with Orazio, his father-in-law. Il Conte is worried that an old friend is intent on making his young lover his legal son and heir and wants Brunetti to investigate. So straight away we're into typical Brunetti territory, where there's an investigation but no crime, maybe. We seem to be looking forward to skeletons in closets, rather than corpses in canals. Meals are eaten, sexual, literary and environmental matters are discussed, and behaviour and relationships sharply observed. A brief digression involving the Vice-Questore's wife being abused by the son of a neighbour adds a further father/son perspective, but not much else. Locations include Florians and Campo San Pietro, with a few walks and boat trips and some telling local-life details, of course. No surprises, lots of telling conversations and then two deaths in the last quarter of the book, with attendant surprise revelations, even if the main one is a little heavily signposted. In the light of recent rushed endings to Brunetti novels this might sound worrying, but the pacing is perfect, if unusual. The author even allows Brunetti to stick with us for a final pondering of lessons learnt and minds changed. The best Brunetti in a fair few years, I think.

Trace Elements 29
This one's all about water, it taking place during a sweaty summer meaning a lot of hydration going on. And, given the title, you won't be surprised that pollution and eco-concerns are central this year too. Commissario Claudia Griffoni is a strong presence too, as she and Brunetti are summoned to a dying woman's bedside at the Ospedale Fatebenefratelli up in Cannaregio. Her husband just died in a motorbike accident, she manages a mention of 'bad money', acquired by her husband, Fadalto, to pay her medical bills and so our duo are off, finding out what was bad about the money and if the accident was an accident. Along the way they meet colleagues of Fadalto both helpful and hateful and we learn more than we need to, I think, about the technicalities of testing water samples. A pair of underage roma pickpockets provide a side plot on solid and well-trod ground, but it's not surprises we're here for, it's the authenticity of the interactions and observations, and the greyness of the issues discussed and decisions taken. And Signorina Elettra. And Venice. All the boxes are ticked, then, including the author's recent tendency towards a certain suddenness of ending and resistance to tying up loose ends. But (cliché alert!) that's life.

Transient Desires
Two badly-beaten American women are left on the jetty of the Ospedale Civile by two young men from the Giudecca. The
Commissarie Guido Brunetti and Claudia Griffoni investigate and find themselves in murky inter-departmental and inter-regional waters. The mixture of lives and themes keeps one guessing as to what crime, if any, is going to feature this time. I'll not plot-spoil, but I will say that thing do indeed get nasty. Venice and Brunetti's family life feature strongly, of course. Locations include an unusual amount of Giudecca and lots of Dorsoduro this time, along with the usual locales around the Brunetti's apartment and the Questura  - we get an update on San Lorenzo losing its cat sanctuary outside but becoming devoted to ocean art. Boats feature strongly and I learned lots, including the fact that big electric boats can get as quiet as big electric cars. After reviewing 26 of these novels I'm aware of the danger of sounding a bit like an LP stuck in a groove, if you remember those, but I will repeat that it's the authenticity of the humanity and interactions that we come for, and we are not disappointed. Another sudden ending too, but we're getting used to those as well.

Give Unto Others
This time we begin with Brunetti walking through post-pandemic Venice, relishing the ability to comfortably linger and admire his surroundings, and put away the need to instinctively avoid his fellow pedestrians. As I type this in February 2022 it's arguable that this novel is set in the near future. When he arrives at the office Brunetti has a visitor, a woman who lived upstairs from his family when Brunetti was a boy. Boyish emotions and the social superiority of the girl at the time make for a certain complexity in Guido's memories and feelings. She has come to air the suspicions she has that her daughter is having husband trouble, and he has suggested that they are in danger. With Commissario Griffoni's help he teases out the mother-in-law's worries and, with the
rest of the regular gang  begins to pry into various businesses and charities that the husband, an accountant, is involved with. The plot progresses through a series of interviews and conversations that are the author's strength, in their subtleties of observation and understanding. If there's a topographical focus this time it's Campo Santi Giovanni e Paolo and the theme is mostly, and not unusually, corruption and its effect on it's variety of victims, with mental health issues stirred in too. The ending is pleasing, a little surprising, and nicely paced. There's also a strong cat presence this time. In short: one of the best.

So Shall You Reap
We commence with Brunetti weeding books out of his four shelves of the family library. Four shelves! He may have a small fraction of the full shelves I've got to show for my life, but I can only sympathise and agree with the books he chooses to weed out, admitting he'll never read them - Proust, Moby Dick, I Promesso Sposi, D'Annunzio...yup! He then gets a call to go free a colleague arrested at a gay pride march in Treviso  and later has to get some 'real estate' info for his father-in-law out of an old school chum, and still the plot hasn't actually begun. When it does, with the discovery of a body in a canal, we soon see that the pre-plot preamble was actually the first strands of a finely-woven plot, satisfying in its shape and humanity. The action centres on an area of Cannaregio around the Miracoli church, and Brunetti contemplates, and makes, several visits to churches for spiritual succour. An emotionally involving plot, which passes at a perfect pace, with a convincing conclusion, make this one an unqualified and enjoyable success.  

The non-Brunetti novel,
the book of essays and the autobiography

The Jewels of Paradise
Caterina Pellegrini,
a blonde Venetian musicologist prone to feeling somewhat bitter at the lack of opportunities her chosen career is offering (she finds herself employed in Manchester) lands herself a strange job. Two pretenders to the inheritance of a long-dead Venetian composer hire her to rummage through two hitherto unopened trunks of stuff which are his only legacy. They hope that she'll thereby be able to prove the legitimacy of one of their claims, and that the contents of the boxes will amount to, well, untold riches. So what we have here is a novel about doing research, and for what it is it is gripping. The author allows herself to relish her writing a bit more than when dealing with the terser Brunetti, and there's more humour here too. The characters are still the strength, though, and the author's grasp of human nature. Locations-wise we're mostly in an area bounded by the Piazza San Marco, Santa Maria Formosa and Caterina's flat in Castello, the latter being the sestiere of choice in Venice-set novels lately.  And, as with Brunetti, Venice is appreciated and loved like a native would, but not drooled over. The composer, Agostino Steffani, who was also an ecclesiastic and a diplomat, is not an invention so the narrative is constrained by reality, but with some juicy conjecture. (It should also be noted that Cecilia Bartoli, who is one of Donna Leon's besties, released a new CD around the time of this book's publication featuring music by Steffani.) Having read some sniffy reviews, and not being able to decide if these were merely the whinges of the Brunetti-deprived, and then having been told the ending was strange, I was perhaps predisposed to go the other way, as it were. I enjoyed this book, although the ending is pretty peculiar, but also quite resonant, I think, as can be said of the whole book, which I recommend if you relish the odd and unpredictable.

  My Venice and other essays
My librarianly classifying instincts tell me that these books should be on the Venice Non-Fiction page, but my instinct to put everything by the same author in one place has won out this time. The first third of this book contains the essays concerning themselves with Venice, which was initially disappointing, as I thought it would be all about Venice, given the title, the photo on the cover, and all. The pieces in this opening section deal with topics unsurprising to visitors to Venice and fans of Donna - bureaucracy, dog-shit, rubbish, Roma, noisy neighbours, local characters, and Italian attitudes to immigrants and their own civic responsibilities. The pieces seem to have mostly been written in the 1990s, judging from events mentioned and the use of lire rather than euros when currency is mentioned. I say 'seem' as there is no information as to where and when these short pieces first appeared. The next section has writings about opera so I skipped, to the section entitled On Mankind and Animals which mostly contains tales of the author's experiences in her summer house in the mountains. These I found more fragrant, possibly because they deal with situations more foreign to me. They also show the author's pro-animal and anti-hunting side, although her attitudes are also hearteningly robust and unfluffy. The book generally confirms, unsurprisingly, that Donna Leon and her man Guido would undoubtedly agree on most things. The remaining sections deal with men, America and books. The section On Men contains a variety of examples of the ways in which men display their tendency to violence and misogyny and their weakness generally. None of the arguments and observations here are unconvincing or controversial, at least to this left-leaning believer in feminism, but they do chime oddly with the piece defending the Italian male's traditional swagger and his mother-fed unquestioning confidence in his own maleness. The section On America mostly gives us insights into the author's family, with a couple of state-of-the-nation pieces; and the bit about books has stuff about crime novel writing and a pondering of how fictional characters can move us more than real strangers. So there you have it: an enjoyable and easy read that is what it is. If the Brunetti novels were a DVD, this would be one of the bonus extras. If they were a dish of pasta, it would be the parmesan. And so on.

A Wandering Through Life 2023
And when Ms L comes up with what one might call her autobiography it too consists of short pieces. Prompted by reaching her 80th birthday, this is a collection of ponderings in separate essays, which sometimes repeat themselves, as if they'd come from separate sources at separate times. Beginning with episodes from her childhood we pass on to her experiences teaching in Middle-Eastern hotspots, which are the book's highlights, I think, for sparkily covering fresh ground. After this chronological progression we reach the book's half-way mark, and some ponderings on familiar Venetian and musical topics. So we get a somewhat overdone investigation of elderly female queue-jumpers in the fish market, eulogies to Handel and opera, condemnations of cruise ships along the Giudecca canal... The last piece is a bit out of date, of course, but you get the picture. Towards the end she moves to Switzerland and befriends a fugitive cat. It's all easy and quick to read, and to be classed as enjoyable rather than revelatory or moving. It all makes sense when you read how the author's mother imbued her children with her winningly un-American laid-back lack of ambition.


Michelle Lovric
Author interview and answers to The Venice Questions from 2010

The young daughter of a Venetian merchant is taking a bath, drinking fragolino and eating chocolate cake, when a cat appears and, to the sound of a lone violin, lures her into the gondola and arms of Casanova. The girl, called Cecilia, blossoms under Casanova's tutelage into a seeker of pleasure and a painter of portraits which bring out the sitters' inner sensuality, or at least the fact that they've just had a shag. The first half of this book is The Life of Casanova told again, and told in a bit of a rambling fashion, it has to be said. It holds your attention, just, and is unquestionably well written with evocative bits of Venetian business. It just needed a bit of pruning, I think. Casanova here is the Casanova who loves women, not the one who loves them and leaves them. Cecilia is his last true love - the love of his decline who came too late to be included in his memoirs. In the second half of the book she meets and becomes smitten with Lord Byron - a man whose love of women takes a different form. We're talking large contrast here, as Byron uses Cecilia and leaves. She spends the rest of her life, and many many pages, pining for this man who treated her worst...then he turns up in Venice to treat her badly some more. (He brings with him the tales and friends dealt with in Federico Andahazi's The Merciful Women.) Carnevale gives good Venice but it could have done with some editing. It is long and a mite long-winded; but I couldn't stop reading it, and in the end I finished it feeling that I'd really read something.

The Remedy
And this one's even better, and leaner and just as flavoursome! The action switches between Venice, where a daughter of the aristocratic Venier family is confined to a convent, very much against her will, and London where later Valentine Greatrakes' quack-remedy and 'importing' business is stuck a blow as his partner is killed in Venice. There will be more murders, lies, romance, sex and travel before the plot to this one plays itself out. There's also much vivid description of the streets and low life of the Thames Bankside and dank Venetian canal sides - The Remedy gives good 18th century Venice and London, with descriptions you can almost taste, and not just of the food. The hint of decadence in the writing and nastiness in the plotting I find much to my taste too. And if you want to know how you can use any peacock dung, faeculae of cuckow and ox galls you might have about the place in remedies and other useful potions this book will tell you too, with handy recipes at the start of each chapter.

The Floating Book
And the one which was published between the two above is the one that I've read last. It tells a tale spun around the arrival of the first printers from Germany in 15th century Venice, and the controversy they caused making books more widely available, and daring to print the arousing poems of Catullus. This narrative framework of printers, scribes and writers, though, is supported by the women in the story, basically a wife, a prostitute and a nun. And refreshingly it's not the woman of God or the woman of pleasure who one admires most. This is all perfect grist to Ms L's sensuous mill, if you'll pardon the expression, and she goes excellently to town with the poetry, the printing, and the passions. It's a story of love misdirected and love spoilt for lovers of books and Venice. There's witchcraft too, to add spice, some effective use of bird (and egg) imagery and a very believably blighterish cat. The life of Catullus himself features as an introduction to each of the seven parts of the book and Giovanni Bellini, one of my Venetian heroes, makes an appearance too, but not in a showy-offy way. Not a short book but so full of Venice, atmosphere, feeling and characters to care about that it's soon over and leaving you breathless and sated. And wondering about owls.

The Book of Human Skin
Five years after The Remedy comes the author's new novel for adults. This time she steps out of her Venice/London comfort zones and sets the action half in Venice and half in Peru, in the late 18th century. The story tells of a Venetian merchant's family, where the father's frequent trips to Arequipa leaves behind a son whose behaviour goes beyond evil and a daughter whose goodness is surprisingly strong enough to cope. Things getting much worse is what the novel is all about, so I'll not give much more away. But as the plot develops the Santa Catalina convent in Arequipa (see photo right, by Graham Morrison) is a considerable centre of the action - the cloistered life being a not unusual theme in the author's works. The story is told by the main characters, in their own voices, and even in different fonts. Ms L's ability to well, be these different characters borders on the spooky - this is writing to relish and, I'd hazard, a good big notch up from her previous work in power and range. You'll need a pretty unsqueamish taste for visceral detail too, as physical afflictions and infections are dealt with in unflinching detail. The life of a person being written on their skin is a major theme here - the clue's there in the title. Venetian detail takes a back seat to the narrative sweep this time, but the city is still an essential element, with no other place possible for the plot's purposes. Fans of Michelle Lovric's previous work will revel in the reappearance of Cecilia Cornaro, the heroine of Carnevale, as a very central character. This novel will worm its way into your brain, get under your skin, and if your heart isn't faint it's in for more than a fair amount of activity also.


The Undrowned Child
This was the author's first book for older children and concerns the visit to Venice of Teodora Stampara, a bookish and solitary child who is the daughter of scientists brought to the city by a conference on Venice's danger of drowning. Teo is let loose on the city of her dreams and is soon in possession of a book about the city which seems made for her, in more ways than one, and which leads her into some very dark and dangerous places. Along the way she makes friends, mostly with women with fishy tails and dirty mouths and a taste for curry, but also with ghosts and statues and a Venetian boy. Along the way she learns much, about Venice's history and her own. This is as spooky as you'd expect from a supernatural tale for young adults/older children, but with charm and humour too. If I'd read this book as a child I think that my passion for Venice would've grown that much quicker. Citing the names of Potter and Pullman is not inappropriate, but not as a marketing ploy so much as an appreciation of the rare skill for combining magic and humanity so that the reader is left with his collies wobbled and his heart warmed.


Talina in the Tower
Strange creatures are arriving in Venice. They talk like Inspector Clouseau and howl from the campanili. Soon Venice's cats and cakes begin to disappear, and then many adults too. Talina's parents go missing and so (as often happens to orphans in novels) she gets taken in by her nasty uncle, who lives in a crumbling tower in Castello, with only her cat Drusilla for company. This is the setup for Michelle Lovric's fine third novel for older children. Talina is, like Teodora above, the Buffy-like 'chosen one' and she soon gets her own Scooby Gang, consisting of the friend, the historian, the professor of magic, and sundry cats and old ladies. The Mourning Emporium, the last one, had a lot of ship-bound action, but this one's totally back on Venetian soil. The author mixes the familiar with the fascinating, as ever, and gets the feel of the genre of low-gore spookiness and magic better with each book - the atmosphere and the pacing are the things, and the very good things. The action fair rips along to a spectacular big-budget finale. Naff cover though.

The Fate in the Box

For her fourth book for young adults Ms Lovric goes Steampunk! We have the familiar and detailed Venetian setting, the cats, the cakes, the mermaids and three young protagonists who are no-one's willing victims. But this late-18th century Venice is run by a manipulative villain called Fogfinger, who has acquired a sound grasp of the Venetians' weaknesses and so they have allowed him to take over the running of the city, with his miraculous clockwork automata doing all the work, which means they now have even more time to do nothing. But, as so often happens with robots, things have not turned out so peachy. Automated ears are everywhere, dissenters tend to disappear and lives are becoming much worse. It falls to our trio of heroes to help the resistance reveal the true evil of Fogfinger and defeat his deeply unpleasant plans. This they smoothly achieve, without one of the set-piece denouements of previous novels, which is fine by me as these were never my favourite episodes, due to their seeming rather forced. Evil comes to a sticky end, in the end, and good triumphs, and is rewarded with spicy treats cooked up by the mermaids.


Elizabeth Lowry The Bellini Madonna
An art historian who has long specialised in Giovanni Bellini thinks that he may have found traces of a lost last Madonna, and also thinks that he knows where it might be hidden. He worms his way into an English country house that has seen much better years and there gets himself emotionally involved, in many ways. Very little page time is spent in Venice, but there's much discussion of Bellini and matters Venetian, so it more than qualifies, I think. Dürer's letters to Willibald Pirckheimer (the source of all of the artist's oft-repeated quotes about Bellini) are mined for material and embellished with invented mentions of the mysterious Madonna. The Bellini content is so much more than mere name-dropping, amounting to a painless primer on the painter almost. If you're sceptical about a book being strongly Venetian whilst having hardly any action in the city you're just going to have to read this book. It's often a bit over-written, with a few too many adjectives at times, but this might be excused as reflecting the verbose character of the narrator, and the writing overall impresses, especially in the conjuring of the spectacularly neglected and malodorous house with its very lost rooms and many mysterious piles. In the end the across-time shadowings and comparisons got a bit wearying and I found my attention wandering a bit, but I always needed to read on and finish.

Mary Lutyens Meeting in Venice
Most of us are lucky to have one spectacular life-defining person or event in our lives, but Mary Lutyens... Well, first of all she's the daughter of Edwin, the great architect of the Raj, and then her mother Lady Emily, the daughter of the Viceroy of India, becomes a big noise in the Theosophy movement, which eventually leads to Mary becoming the prolific biographer of Krishnamurti, the mystical movement's messiah. Later she met and married J.G. Links, ex royal furrier and the author of one of the definitive guides to Venice, as well as one of the foremost Canaletto scholars. She also edited John Ruskin's wife Effie's letters and wrote a biography of her father. And she was a novelist. Meeting in Venice introduces us to Catherine, a woman married to a bland and status-obsessed bore and living in Mayfair. Once a year she visits Venice for two passionate and blissful weeks with her lover. The first third of the book is is preparation, explanation and travel, and then we get to Venice. The book was published in 1956, and there's much fragrant post-war detail (bomb-damage, rebuilding, liver sausage) in the London section. The Venice details are less dated, although the lover being called Roderick is not something you'd get nowadays. Venice as a place of blissful romance has rarely been more glowingly evoked, though, even if our Catherine seems to spend a lot of time in agonies of doubt and guilt. This is a book about the fatal ambiguities and anguish of adultery, and the dangers of forcing choosing. It's a good old-fashioned serious novel which I heartily recommend.

Tonya Macalino Faces in the Water
In the final years of the 21st century Venice is a flooded ruin. Alyse Bryant is sent there, with her crew,  to negotiate the rights to film, but not long after arriving things take many dramatic turns. And twists. Alyse is a presenter whose body records all of her sensory experiences - implants broadcast everything she feels, and swarms of mini-cameras complete the experience. Earth has also been ravaged by a new plague, a sleeping sickness which affects children but is carried by adults, and Venice is where these adults have been quarantined. Following some wild sex with a handsome old friend, rediscovered quarantined in Venice, it starts to look like Alyse's augmentations may have gone further than she was told. This is very cyber-punky science fiction, but not just that. You don't need to have read dozens of books in the 80s strewn with words like 'wetware' and 'augmentations' to enjoy what is a soundly spooky tale of a strong female coping with, well, lots of bad stuff. Her extra-sensory ability takes on a spectral quality too, as she senses emotions and personalities that swarm around her in ways that defy understanding. Nice Venetian touches include having boats dock picturesquely at the balcony of the Doge's Palace and our heroine taking refuge on a boat inside the flooded church of San Giovanni Grisostomo, ruined with its campanile fallen through the roof. Like the best of this genre the book combines unsettling invention with grounding details and emotions. It ends not on a cliff-hanger, but still unresolved.
This is now the first in the Shades of Venice series, the sequel is called Stealing Lucifer's Dreams, and part three is Portrait in Veronese Green.

Ian McEwan The comfort of strangers
Boring Brit couple (imagine Natasha Richardson and Rupert Everett) fall into the clutches of a predatory Italian Christopher Walken type in an unnamed but self-consciously evoked Venice. So many years have passed since I read this that I won't say more until I've re-read.

Kay MacCauley The Man Who Was Loved
These things come in waves, I suppose. There was a time when Venice-set novels were all about death or Renaissance art, and just recently nuns and prostitutes have been popular. This one shares some of the apothecary concerns of The Remedy above but otherwise ploughs its own mysterious furrow, being concerned with a boy whose face makes people oddly happy and reminds them intensely of loves lost. He is taken from the foundling hospital of San Barnabo in 1546 by a nun and as his luck decays and brightens he becomes a beggar, a Contessa's plaything and a beggar again, and makes many friends and enemies along the way. These include a collector of corpses who cannot die, a would-be sorcerer who is decaying with the pox, and a castrato whose ups-and-downs rival our hero's. Venice is all around, as you might say, as our boy lives and lurks in various corners, mostly around the Rialto Bridge, but it's left to our experience to provide the pictures as there's not much description of these places. Not that there aren't very sense-arousing descriptions of people and smells and rooms and activities, because there are - very. This verges nicely on the gothic, in its otherness and physicality, and won't soon leave your imagination.

Paul Magrs Doctor Who - The Stones of Venice
This is an 'audio drama' - it comes in four parts on two CDs or on Audible and it can't be bought as a book, as far as I know. The Doctor is played by Paul McGann, the one who resurrected the dying franchise a fraction before 2005's big rebirth, with India Fisher as Charley Pollard. The story has the duo heading off in the Tardis for a weekend break in Venice, but turning up far into the future just as the city is about to sink in a cataclysm brought about by the curse of the Duke's murdered wife, who the Doctor's assistant is forced (by a web-footed gondolier) to impersonate ... Well, all is murky and crumbling and decadent in this more-than-slightly Gothic view of Venice, which is not unprecedented, but which is done well, with much dialogue, of course, and some of it quite clever. The intelligent chat quite makes up for a somewhat thin plot, in fact. The four parts all end with authentic cliff-hangers, and there's much dry humour. The actors all speak un-accented English, which is OK, but the church bells which ring in the background of outdoor scenes are plainly English church bells, which is far from OK, especially given the BBC's famously comprehensive library of sound effects.

Marta Maretich The Merchants of Light
We begin with a Monuments Specialist Officer arriving in Würzberg to see if Tiepolo's ceiling frescoes in the massively bombed Residence can be saved. Then we skip back to Cecilia Guardi, sister of the painter Francesco, in the 1720s, as she meets and poses for Tiepolo, the man she will marry. This kind of modern/period switching is not unusual, but here the Monuments Man is really just a framing device for the lives of Cecilia and Tiepolo, and this central story is told with colour and perception and feels right. The focus is on Cecilia, later from the viewpoints of a patron and of her sons, but the art and its creation is fore-grounded often and with confidence and perception.  It's cunning how this is so much a book about Tiepolo and his work, seen from a variety of perspectives, despite this concentration on his wife. Venice is a strong presence, without much description - this is a novel where you get to conjure your own views rather than being taken on self-consciously picturesque tours of the sights. Hitherto my attitude to Tiepolo has been a matter of polite interest and cool appreciation rather than anything stronger, but this novel is one which could just provide that extra emotional something to take my feelings up a notch. It's certainly a novel more than a fair few notches above in ambition and execution.
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Lauro Martines Loredana: a Venetian tale
The clever conceit of a 16th century Venice with two layers - the lower layer being where the poor live, of course - attracted me to this novel. I was also impressed that it was by the historian responsible for the recent book about the Pazzi conspiracy against the Medici. It's also interestingly c0mposed of the letters and confessions of the protagonists, with second-hand reports interspersed. But the story, of the forbidden love of a woman and a priest against a backdrop of political revolt, took so long to get going I gave up a third of the way in. And if I have to read another book set in the Renaissance where the female protagonist's husband prefers the company of other men... I was, in short, ungripped.


Sophie Masson
The Madman of Venice
Having had some mighty fine experiences with such works by Phillip Pullman, Cornelia Funke and Mary Hoffman my expectations of works meant for 'young adults' are not low. But being aimed at this market can also result in works with somewhat less ambitious intentions, it seems. It's not that I didn't enjoy this tale of pirates, kidnapping, love and learning set in Venice in the 17th century, it's just that it didn't have that extra adult-grabbing quality that the best of this kind of stuff has. Venice is a backdrop here that is picturesque, but lacks detail and doesn't breathe, and the story twists and holds you, but didn't move me. There's more overt romance, of the slushy boy/girl kind, than I'm used to too, but then again I'm not the target audience.

Susan Ashley Michael Crossing the Bridge of Sighs
Around these parts we like unusual, we like quirky and we like to be wrong-footed. A novel which begins with a mature woman, called Claire, arriving in Venice after a marital break up, meeting an old friend who's intent on fixing her up with a new man, sets up certain sigh-inducing expectations. These expectations are swiftly challenged, though, with details like her marital rift having been caused by finding hubby having a trousers-down encounter with another chap in Père Lachaise, and her frequent encounters with the ghosts of long-dead famous Venice lovers. There's also the scene where Claire takes a gondola out into the lagoon to dispose of the husband's clothing. In a scene very reminiscent of Henry James's disposal of Constance Fenimore Woolson's clothing she has trouble with his non-sinking underpants and requests a loan of the gondolier's pole to give them a good poking in the crotch. See what I mean about quirky? Claire is a travel writer, in the minimal mould of Anne Tyler's Macon Leary in The Accidental Tourist, and so she gets around, meets people, looks at art, and generally does Venice proud for us, not putting a foot wrong in the Venetian detailing, if fact. Recent bereavement is another aspect shared with the Anne Tyler novel, which adds more unexpected narrative wrinkles. Cultural references and conversations abound, almost to excess, but when these involve Hitchcock's Rear Window, the eroticism of discussing John Ruskin, John Cornell's boxes, and someone fainting in front of a Bellini, to quibble seems like quibbling. Events pan out in a pretty non-standard way for our heroine too, so sealing this as a read that is romantic but also realistic, and recommended.

Maria Luisa Minarelli Murder in Venice
A rubbish title, I think you'll agree, but the original Italian title is Scarlatto veneziano which translates as Venetian Scarlett. Yes, this is a novel set in Venice written by an Italian author! We're here in Venice in the early 18th century and despicable patrician wastrels are getting murdered - strangled with rope that may come from Constantinople. Magistrate Marco Pisani is set to  investigating, with the help of his friend the lawyer (and essential sounding-board) Daniele Zen, his handsome gondolier Nani and fresh love-interest businesswoman Chiara Renier. The characters are believable and likable and the Venetian history and geography handled with competence, confidence and some wit. The romance element is strong, admittedly - the women are all pretty and the comestibles always delicious - but this is firmly a novel with romantic leanings, not a romantic novel. The violence makes a somewhat jarring contrast to the lovey stuff, but this is still an enjoyable and light read.

Laura Morelli The Gondola Maker
Some books just grip you from the off, don't they, so that before you know it you're train's pulling into Euston, you've read a third of it and barely even had time to mentally start writing your review? Luca is set to inherit his father's gondola-making business before a tragedy and an accident set him upon another path. His new life takes in lower and higher life - from the shenanigans of a corrupt gondolier to the lush life of a prosperous artist - and into contact with the beautiful daughter of a banker. The author brings off all the details and the gently twisting plot in an effortless-seeming manner.  There's much subtly-provided lore and knowledge related to boatmen and boat-builders and their craft. I found myself skipping some of the passages devoted to the details of carpentry and varnishing technique, but you do get a different perspective, with more grain. Like the fact that as they were less wholly-decorative and often more functional craft back then, used for cargo as well as passengers - there were beaten-up and grubby gondolas as well as the polished ones. There's shocks and some sexual deviance too, but not enough to ruffle the calm prose and the progress towards a pleasingly enigmatic and believable ending.


Michael Morpurgo

The Mozart Question

This is a children's book with watercolour illustrations by Michael Foreman. It tells of a rooky journalist sent to Venice to interview a famous and famously spiky violinist. She's told to avoid the Mozart question, but doesn't know what it is, so inadvertently it gets asked, and answered. This involves the violinist's parents in a holocaust tale that pushes the usual buttons, but remains a tale of hope. The story passes briskly, with the holocaust not explained, presumably expecting its pre-teen readership to know enough, or to ask. The Venetian setting is authentic, centering on Dorsoduro, with the illustrations providing the colour.

Lisa Jean Murphy The Red Priest of Venice (play)
Another contribution to the range of theories explaining Antionio Vivaldi's relationship with Anna Giro and Paolina Trevisana, this is a play performed in San Francisco in July 2007. It's both a convincing theory and an entertaining piece of drama. The bare bones of the play's take on their relationship is that Paolina first meets Vivaldi when she becomes his secretary whilst he's working for the Prince in Mantua, develops an attachment, and eventually agrees to return with him, with her little sister Anna, to Venice. These bones are fleshed out believably and with dramatic conviction, and without any of the preciousness, anachronisms or name-dropping that one dreads with this kind of story. The explanation of the relationship is less startling then the one put forward by the novel Hidden Harmonies, but the frisson here when Vivaldi first kisses Paolina is still strong, and well handled. The play is admirably well written and well acted, and you can watch it on youtube here. The actors all have day jobs and the budget is small, but allowances only really need to be made for a couple of intrusive accents. There's quite a bit of humour too, and it's nicely done. I especially liked the composer humming and scribbling and then saying exasperatedly to himself 'I've written this before!' Very well worth watching.

Beverle Graves Myers Interrupted aria
Tito Amato is a talented castrato who returns from his training in Naples to his native Venice and a place in one of the city's many opera companies. Both his family and the company seem plagued by intrigue and undercurrents and soon connections and old wounds are revealed. And then someone is murdered. This is a slow-building mystery that soon gathers pace with maybe too many plot-twists and revelations. It's a satisfying and gripping read, though, which paints a convincing 18th century Venice, with a certain brutality and a believable diversity of sexual preferences. Having said that this range of proclivities doesn't result in any passages devoted to activities one might deem naughty. The lot of the castrato, and the attitudes and prejudices they had to endure, is another fresh theme and adds meat to this flavoursome read.




Donna Jo Napoli Daughter of Venice
Donata is one of the daughters of one of Venice's richest families so she wants for nothing. Except knowledge. The torment of a girl with an enquiring mind who isn't expected to need an education, and who isn't even allowed to explore the city she loves, is convincingly evoked. She takes to the streets dressed as a boy and her horizons broaden swiftly. The street life of 16th century Venice is new to her, and fascinatingly daunting. We learn as she does, and if sometimes this knowledge seems a little false in the convenience of its telling, it's always interesting, to her and us. That noble families in renaissance Venice could only afford for one daughter to marry, and that her sisters would be condemned to maiden-aunthood or a convent, is a sadly convincing piece of knowledge. That only one son was also allowed to marry, so as not to confuse the line of descent, is more surprising. Donata's story is emotionally involving too, as she takes her destiny in hand, and falls in love with a man who thinks that she's a boy. That her adventures take her first to the Ghetto is not unusual in recent Venice-set fiction, but she learns and feels fresh things here too. And, like the best novels set in Venice published in 2002/3, this was written for older children - see also Stravaganza and The Thief Lord.

Elle Newmark
The Book of Unholy Mischief
(aka The Chef's Apprentice)
Luciano is a street urchin living in Venice at the end of the 15th century. Having been raised in a brothel and on the streets, his life changes when he's taken back to the Doge's Palace by a chef in need of an assistant. His skulking abilities lead to his witnessing the Doge poisoning a malodorous peasant who he'd mysteriously invited to dinner, and more murders follow. It's all somehow linked with a mysterious book that everyone wants and the chef has his secrets too, it seems. This is another of those books where the action takes place in a Venice whose locations are barely named and rarely described. Liberties are taken with places and names, but the flavours and smells are strong and satisfying. The author plays fast-and-loose with history too, but still pulls the whole thing off. It's a young boy's story, but it's not a book for children, or even 'young adults', because it's less of an adventure and more a book about our desires, in the broad sense, and how they are sometimes misguided. But before I get too lit-crit, I should also point out that the action involves lots of food and cooking, and quite a few cats. An enjoyable, sensual and well-written first novel, then, with only the liberties taken with Venetian topography and history to quibble about.

David Nicholls Us
I must begin by saying that the Venice content of this novel is only partial, but that the action set in Venice is pivotal and very much the writing of a man who loves Venice, I think, and hasn't just got it out of books. The author has a bit of a sniffy middle-brow rep, after the success of One Day. True everything he writes does tend to get filmed and so his books tend to get compared to Richard Curtis films rather than other novels. But this one getting onto the Booker Prize longlist is maybe going a bit too far in the other direction. The narrator is a somewhat self-regarding fuss-budget whose wife has said that she's thinking that their marriage has run it's course, but that they should go on their long-planned cultural tour of European cities with their surly teenage son nonetheless. Venice is reached towards the middle of the book and is remained in for many pages. To say more about the circumstances is to risk spoilers, but the Venice painted is recognisably real, but still magical, and will no doubt sparkle in the eventual film. An area of Venice is called San Paolo, which later mentions reveal to be a misnaming of San Polo. But that's the only foot put wrong, and nowhere is Venice referred to as La Serenissima, that cringe-inducing usage favoured by pretentious dinner party bores and the like. There's an ambiguity about the way the narrator is presented, and the feelings of his wife, that is vaguely unsettling, but impressive and keeps you reading. Are we supposed to like him, or want to slap him? Or both? Is she really thinking of ending their marriage? If so why is she still so affectionate and forgiving? These ponderings stay with you until the end, which is also impressively uneasy and like real life.


Claire North The Serpent: Gameshouse 1
I was liking this from the start, even despite the annoyingly arch tone of the Let us watch together, you and I...Let's choose a place and call it Venice. Let us say it is 1610 business on the first page. The style settles down but retains a pleasing light lushness. There's an allegorical taste to the tale, of a wealthy merchant's daughter forced to marry an older (and poor, of course) aristocrat who fritters away her fortune in a fine palazzo devoted to gaming. She sets out to learn how to play too, and how to win the money back, playing chess mostly, and soon wins her way to the mysterious upper floor where the pieces represent real people. The action begins around San Polo and San Pantalon with evocative and authentic Venetian atmosphere rather than description. The geography remains vague with several churches visited, for example, but none ever named. Two more novellas make up a trilogy, but the action moves away from Venice. In the end I got a bit fed up with all the portentous discussion of 'the game' - enough with the overplayed metaphors, get on with it! Also not sure why the names were almost authentic Venetian - Tiapolo, Falliere - but not.

Ashkin Ozcan  The Second Venice
I found this on Amazon and bought it because the central conceit was appealing - Venice has got so crowded that two American multinationals decide to build a second, bigger, Venice on the mainland. But having an idea and turning it into a readable novel are, as this book proves, two very different things. The writing is just plain bad, the narrative structure non-existent, and there are the weird recurring obsessions on view: AIDS, more than somewhat racist 'national characteristics' (especially concentrated on Swedish women) and Arabs. But a frown-inducing quote will paint a thousand words, as it were...
'Swedish girls were not getting their share of Italian men at all, as no Italian man was showing interest in them, especially at a time when AIDS was spreading. Many Italian men having married earlier with Swedish girls and having divorced after some years, had spread enough news around, and those ice-cube-looking Swedish blondes who hoped to get an Italian man for a night or two, were returning home, empty handed, at night.'

Pier Maria Pasinetti  Venetian Red
I am annoyingly unable to remember what made me search the second-hand book sites for this one. The delivery took many weeks and my mind...well, you know. Anyway, it was sure a wise decision as this is an unusual one - a novel set just before the Second World War featuring a cast of Venetian patricians and artists and their children. Most of them are eccentric to the verge of madness and can't help but fascinate. The novel is also unusually well written, with Evelyn Waugh and Iris Murdoch as comparisons which sprang to my mind. Published in 1957, it's old fashioned, in its reliance on long chapters of conversation, often revolving around the characters' states of mind, but it's all good and witty. The plot centres on the search by a couple of the younger members of the Partibon for facts about their uncle, a man whose name only has to be mentioned for faces to blush, conversations to stop, and anger to be expressed. I'll admit to a crisis of commitment about 100 pages into this long book, but persevering rewarded me and I became as keen as the characters to find out just what the hated cupboard skeleton did. A later move to Berlin provides a nearer and grimmer perspective on historical developments. P.M. Pasinetti was born in Venice and died there in 2006. He split his life between Venice and teaching in US universities and was also involved in various film projects, being distantly related to Antonioni and his brother being a famous Italian film director who gave his name to one of the prizes at the Venice Film Festival. His other Venice-set novel is called From the Academy Bridge and was published in 1968.

Iain Pears
The Titian Committee

He wrote the excellent An Instance of the Fingerpost, and he's also the author of five novels of the art-crime adventures of art dealer Jonathan Argyll and Flavia di Stefano of Rome's Art Theft Squad. (The series begins with The Raphael Affair
) Their quirky hot/cold relationship is par for the course, but the wit and quality of the writing isn't. Here they investigate instances of cash-for-attributions and messy murder amongst the members of a group of art historians gathered to study the works of Titian. The crimes echo the art in a pleasing way, rather than just using paintings as a tasteful back drop. Venice, and its canals' risings and flowings, is much more than just a pretty setting here too. 

Stone's fall
Not one of the series mentioned above, this is the story of the lives of an industrialist and his wife, but this bald description masks a story with more twists than a very twisty thing, and more memorable characters than you can shake a stick at. It's a dense tale which flows back to Venice only in its last third. But Venice is so strongly evoked in its time and through its influence on the lives of the characters that...well I'm not
going to resort to the cliché that the city becomes a character in itself, but I'm that close. The time evoked in this last third is the stunned aftermath of the Austrian occupation, another of those periods in Venice's history that seem so suitable. About three novelsworth of events take place all through, taking in plots against the financial stability of the Empire and what a strong and ruthless woman might do to survive. There's maybe a bit too much detail in the financial shenanigans, but that's my only real small criticism of a book that's not short but not unambitious and most gripping.



Christi Phillips The Rossetti letter 
Here the tale of a courtesan involved in the Spanish Conspiracy of 1618 is alternated with the story of a just-dumped postgrad student who is writing her dissertation on said courtesan and conspiracy, and who has come to Venice to attend a conference and meet the person who is rumoured to be writing a thunder-stealing book on the same subject. The conspiracy may well have been a figment of the council of ten's (or their informant's) imagination and there are many conspiracy theories about it. It is also the subject of Thomas Otway's play Venice Preserv'd. The 17th century story here is well told and the period detail and atmosphere is most impressive and sensual. No problems there. And even the modern story is well-written and full of likeable and convincing characters. It's just that it reads too much like a slushy romantic novel at times, for this romance-a-phobic chap anyway. There's just a little too much about getting the right frock and shoes, and all that does he/doesn't he stuff for me.  But having said that the simple conclusions of romantic fiction are not resorted to and the relationships are not unreal. I recommend this for you soppy girlies out there, then, but advise chaps to be prepared to get in touch with their feminine side.

Hal Porter The Cats of Venice
This is a book of short stories, only one of which is set in Venice and is called The Cats of Venice. It tells of a decidedly uncuddly woman who leaves her hotel to go sit in the Garibaldi Gardens to smoke a cigarette. When one of the many local cats (this is an old story) who are watching her approaches she flicks her fag end into its face and leaves. She walks to Piazza San Marco where, whilst sitting and waiting at a cafe table, a preening gentleman approaches her and eventually suggests sex. She swaps harsh words with him a bit before flicking her fag end into his face, as her friend arrives. And that's about it. I'm telling you all this to demonstrate what this book isn't, rather than what it is.

Anthony Powell Temporary Kings
This is the penultimate book in the 12-volume Dance to the Music of Time series. I recommend reading the whole lot, because they are a wonderful and witty overview of aristocratic and bohemian arty lives lived in England through the 20th century. Nick Jenkins, the narrator, talks us through the century from his school days through the Second World War and into the messy morals and politics of the post-war recovery period. Through it all is woven encounters with friends and associates who change, die, rise and fade. The feeling of the progression and messiness and strange interweaving of lives passing is feelingly evoked and there's much comedy. I've read it through twice now, and I'm a very rare re-reader. Temporary Kings reflects the later volumes' concern with the literary life and the dangerous Pamela Flitton - a compellingly unlovable piece of work who manages to have destructive sexual encounters with almost every male character. It starts in Venice with Nicholas attending a conference on the island of San Giorgio Maggiore, with action amongst Veronese frescos on the mainland and under an invented Tiepolo ceiling painting, with a little discussion of both painters. There's also much catching-up with what's happened since the previous volume, confirming my doubt that reading just this book would not be a good idea. There's more art and Americans than usual in the Venice half of this one. And the Americans remain for the second half, when the action returns to London and politics.

There was also a frustratingly short
TV adaptation of the series.

Juan Manuel de Prada The Tempest 
A naive young Spanish art historian arrives in Venice to study Giorgione's The Tempest, a painting which has obsessed him for years, and about which he has written a long thesis attempting the explaining of its many mysteries. But his arrival in a damp, misty, wintry Venice is marked by a murder, and he soon becomes embroiled in forgery, theft, murder and marriage. Our hero is an annoyingly pompous and sexist prig, whose experiences serve, of course, to shake his intellectual prejudices and teach him to feel a little more, and to suffer. The book is admittedly a page-turner for its evocation of damp and misty canals and its satisfyingly twisty plot, but the suspicion remains that it may not just be the hero who is revealing his pomposity and un-PC attitudes, and the author does look more than a little self-obsessed in his back-cover photograph.
This was filmed in 2004, but it didn't make it to UK screens (or DVD boxes). A DVD is available in Germany.

Barbara Quick Vivaldi’s Virgins
This is the tale told by violinist Anna Maria of her early life at the Ospedale della Pietà and of the training that leads to her becoming one of the most accomplished musicians from the famous orphanage. Vivaldi's links to the Pietà, and his writing of music especially to test and stretch the performers, has become part of the mythology of the place and the composer. The author here takes this story, and the fresh research into the women of the pieta by Mickey White, and fleshes it out into a novel that stays true to the facts, but also adds a bit of spicy conjecture and imagination. The writing is sharp and spicy too, and the Venetian detailing and atmosphere are faultless. The story is a bit usual in its dealing with a girl's coming of age in a cloistered environment, and discovering who her friends are. But she is also discovering who her mother is, and discovering Venice in infrequently taken, and frequently punished-for, trips to palazzos and the ghetto and the like. Vivaldi is convincingly painted, and we get to meet Scarlatti, Handel, and Tiepolo too. The characters, famous and not, live and breath effortlessly though, and the reader is never less than enthralled and convinced.
The image to the left is the mark branded onto girls left at the Pieta.

Alan Peat House of Cards
This shortish ebook tells a tale in the spooky style of Susan Hill, only better - better than her Venice-set tale reviewed above anyway. It gives much better Venice, spun as it is around the cursed Palazzo Dario on the Grand Canal. If I tell you it concerns a Venetian psychiatrist and the love he loses to the dark power of the palazzo and how, years later, a woman enters his office looking uncannily like this lost love you'll predict another story of love, sex, and violent death - not exactly a rarity amongst Venice-set fiction. But this is a well-written page-turner with, as I say, much authentic Venetian atmosphere and detail. There's a dream-sequence wedding in the Miracoli church, for example, that I'm sure will jump back into your mind when you next visit. There's a tendency towards long-word overwriting in the early chapters, but this is far from inappropriate to the narrator, so we'll be forgiving. Well worth the download, if you have a Kindle.

Max Pemberton Signors of the night
The story of Fra Giovanni, the soldier-monk of Venice; and of others in the "silent city".
Now an ebook fan I may be, but real books can sometimes be so damn...real. Here we have a book published in 1899, and it's the original edition I'm reading. It smells funny, it's got brown patches and odd spots, illustrations that make you frown, and a pencil note, added sometime during the last 112 years, pointing out that the book thinks that Giudecca is spelt Guidecca. (One of the illustrations I've scanned is below. Another is on the Fictional Cities Facebook page.) The note-scribbler then goes on to correct various lapses in Italian naming throughout the book. The book is made up of eight connected tales set in the first few years of the 18th century and all featuring Fra Giovanni, a monk with a sword and a way with cunning stratagems. The running theme/obsession is Venice's 'famous' mistrust of priests, but the plots all concern plots, bandits, bravos, and the like. Also heavily featured is the beautiful daughter of the Piazzetta's resident clown, who is every time described (in herself generally and with regard to whatever body part is being mentioned) as little. The sexual politics (if you'll pardon the anachronism) do not bear examination generally. It's all very dated and a bit creaky, but has charm and gothic oddness aplenty. I wouldn't classify it as a lost classic ripe for reprinting, more an eccentric relic whose object-ness means that a Kindle file just wouldn't be the same.

Andrea Perego The Laws of Time Translated by Edward Smith
We begin with many scene-setting pages detailing dawn breaking and Venice waking. This signals the beginning of a book where the action spans a single day, the 9th of November 1730, albeit a single day with a morning full of exposition. Catterina is the daughter of a man more loving than practical, more sensitive than sensible. When her father dies she allies her family name to some much-needed money when she marries an older man. The marriage is comfortable if not passionate and she finds solace in solitude, reading and art. And as the mother of two small children motherhood is also not the centre of her life. The day we're dropping in on sees Catterina preparing for a party, but with dark shadows to contend with too. Not an unusual scenario, then, but with enough that's unpredictable to keep your attention. The detailing is faultless, but there is a tendency to comprehensive in the detail that you might find annoying (the frocks and cosmetics) or fascinating (the art collection). Pages of background to the political state of Venice are at least relevant to the story, and to the content of the contentious and suspicious letters around which the plot revolves. Rosalba Carriera makes her much-announced appearance heading to the party, and she tells her fellow attendees much about her time in Vienna, which has nothing to do with the plot, which is then all cleared up when the source of the letters is questioned by Catterina  - pfft! - that's it, all over, which surprised me as my ebook was telling me I had an hour's reading left, but you won't be surprised that this was down to the author providing pages and pages and pages of background facts. Not so much a novel, then, as a thickness of history and incidental detail hanging around a thin plot.

Ellis Peters Holiday with Violence
Four friends on a hilly walking holiday meet a nice Italian man on a crowded Italian train and then he gets bashed on the head and robbed, they find his lifeless body, and so begin to get followed by two mysterious men. To Venice. This was published in 1952 and couldn't read more arkily if it written in the 1850s. The chums have names like Phylida, Mab and Punch, the locals are described as gay (and one of them is also queer) and the effect is like a more true-to-life Famous Five adventure - all very upper-middle class but also psychologically quite astute. It transports you back to a time when teenagers where just young adults, plots involving stolen diamonds were still very fashionable and grown ups who are not yet senile could address each other as 'poppet' without being laughed at. Venice is also a different world, where there are still poor people and grubby urchins and Burano is depressing and squalid and the lace is produced by zombie-like child labourers. The gondoliers are mostly elderly, too, and gondolas transport visitors from the boat stop into the centre of Torcello. All very enjoyable if read in the right frame of mind. Venice is reached exactly half way through the novel, and is duly admired and glowingly described. The descriptive passages do tend to be rather long and purple, to be honest. There are several chases, one involving gondolas and the overall effect can best be described as ripping. The showdown at the end I found oddly and creepily sexualised though.


Thomas Quinn
The Lion of St Mark
Book One of The Venetians

I was initially worried that I wouldn't like this one as it looked very maritime and martial - much as I love Venice I'm not much into sea stories or war stories. But I needn't have worried. This story of the Siege of Constantinople and its aftermath for a pair of patrician families in conflict has all the narrative drive of an adventure story, with characters you'll care about, and description and detail to conjure up the places and the era with an efficiency bordering on the sensual. It's a cliché to say it's like being there, but here it's true, even when it's places you'd rather not be, like dank and rancid cells and the thick of battle. The comparisons with more recent conflicts involving a western power and Islamic states can be made, but should not be laboured, and they're not in the book itself. This is a painless and pleasurable way of familiarising yourself with some grim and important episodes in Venice's history whilst immersing yourself in some fine prose and a ripping yarn. 

The Sword of Venice
Book Two of The Venetians
And this one carries on the tale (two decades later) of Venice's history and battles, with the Turks and others closer to home, again seen through the eyes of the Ziani family, and featuring their continuing feud with the Soranzos. Antonio Ziani and wise little Seraglio are back, but the focus here is more on Antonio's son Constantine, and the brunt of the brutal feud passes to him too. There are more land battles this time, but a big nautical engagement ends the book spectacularly. As in Book One years of history, political manoeuvring and battles are made winningly digestible by being humanised and paced expertly, so emotions never take second place to dry facts. If I was a nit-picker I'd mention the odd surprise of a disappointingly clichéd turn of phrase, but these are very few and soon forgotten as the pacey plotting keeps you happily turning pages to the end. Roll on book three, possibly to be called Venice Stands Alone, but it's been long a-coming.



Simon Raven
The Survivors

I've reviewed the previous nine novels in this series over on my London page, but as the original encouragement to read it was this final novel being set in Venice this one's getting written about here. It begins with Captain Detterling and Fielding Grey at a literary conference in Venice, so providing another of many similarities with the Dance to the Music of Time series. There's much talk of Venice being doomed to die and sink, and of Italian apathy at this situation and hatred of tourists - showing that not much has changed in the forty years since this book appeared. As some more of the characters from the previous books appear, there's even a scene where two characters are frustrated to find the room of Carpaccio's St Ursula sequence closed because of staff shortages. This puts one of them in no mood to appreciate the church of the Madonna dell'Orto, where  a monk who lets them into the cloister turns out to be another character from a previous volume. Lots of authentic Venice and Venetian experiences, then, along with some suggestive dark and mysterious elements. The precocious sexuality of Tom Llewellyn's 13-year-old daughter Baby begins as borderline creepy, but she is nobody's victim and this, and the explanation for this behaviour, drags this episode back from the edge. The  appearance of familiar faces gets a bit excessive, and a not unexpected funeral at the end is played for maximum series nostalgia. The ending is pleasing, but not spectacular, which is my attitude to the whole series - not as much of a rereading prospect as the Anthony Powell series, I think, as I feel I got all I will out of it on the one read.

Brother Cain
This one isn't part of any series and is described as being a thriller, wild and x-certificate in the the review quotes. Which just goes to show how one generation's racy can be a later generation's sedate. There's sex and violence, admittedly, but it mostly happens off-screen, and there's a lot more philosophical chat than exciting action. Our hero, who goes by the oddly feminine name of Jacinth Crewe, has been sacked from school, university, and the army for various transgressions, and so is, of course, thought ideal material for training as a hitman for a shady government-run organisation set up to counter the threat of communism with strategic acts of disinformation and violence. The book deals with his being trained and tested by said group, as he ponders issues of honour and loyalty. More pondering than killing, as I say, and the action doesn't move to Venice until the last third, despite the classic gondolas and San Giorgio Maggiore photo on the cover. The recurrence of old school friendships and attendant coincidences are themes the author has covered before, and does so again, making for a plot that's not unexpected, but also a book that's not unenjoyable.

Heather Redding Stealing Venice
To read this novel is to travel backwards in time, to a time in the late 20th century when novels concerned themselves with their characters' real lives and feelings and presenting them in a way that kept you interested and caring and reading. There are no supernatural creatures here, there's hardly any unnatural sex, and no heavy-handed making of sexual-political points. The central character, Anna, finds herself more than a little adrift following the death of her father - which is feelingly dealt with - and the departure of a boyfriend. Ditching her money-moving job she takes herself to Venice for a few months, staying with supportive old friends and making seductive new ones. The works of the painter Cima da Coneglione recur and haunt and the story of a girl in 16th-century Venice whose father is a doctor and needs her daily disguised help, and who gets a strange urgent summons from said Cima, is interspersed with Anna's. OK, so there is a bit of repeated-lives spookiness here, but speaking as a man who gets odd feelings of familiarity and belonging when walking around Cannaregio this is not at all beyond the realm. The writing is capable and careful and the author is very obviously very much in love with Venice and its stories and people, but we heartily forgive that trait around here. Cannaregio is a major centre of the action, especially my peacefully favourite area around the church of the Misericordia, and the church itself. Love and art are the overarching themes, with the romance very much unsweetened by bitter realities and the art, old and new, evoked and interwoven into the plot with a sure touch. This novel proves that you don't need zombies or mistreated nuns to make a good and involving story, and builds into something rather special.


Roberta Rich
The Midwife of Venice
Hannah, a Jewish midwife living and working in the Ghetto in 1575, gets unwanted visitors late one night when her rabbi turns up with a Conte whose wife is dying in labour. Against tradition, and the law forbidding a Jewish midwife ministering to a Christian, Hannah agrees to help, in order that she can thereby free her captive husband with the riches the Conte promises. Her husband has been captured by the piratical Knights of Malta and sold into slavery on that island. The story of his survival through harsh treatment plays out alongside Hannah's attempts to get the money to come and save him. So the plotting involves religion, religious intolerance, the mumbo jumbo still believed in relation to giving birth, deception, period squalor, torture, greed, love, prejudice and Venice. (There's also a fair amount of educational stuff, for me anyway, about female inner workings.) And the author keeps all these balls in the air seemingly effortlessly, and puts not a foot wrong. This is a book which shows no sign of stylistic effort or plotting unconfidence as it grips and pulls you along with much sensual stimulation - it smells and moves smoothly and convinces all the way through. We like!
The Harem Midwife
After the adventures recounted above Hannah has moved her family to Constantinople, where she's been employed by the Sultan and, more importantly, has the approval of his mother, the Valide, to look after the female functions of the women in his harem. The Sultan needs an heir to stabilise his rule (it's the old story) but his favoured wife, the only one who arouses him, seems incapable. The Valide plots to get him excited by another, younger and more fertile, wife and Hannah is instructed to help. Meanwhile in Rome Hannah's brother has died and his housekeeper is looking to profit, by means nefarious, with the help of a handy Venetian nobleman with a silver nose. As the strands of various plottings overlap, the story progresses with the smoothness and sensuality of its predecessor and with a couple of added gross comestibles and some flinch-making brutality early on. This and the occasional overdose of gynaecological detail makes for a read somewhat unsuitable for the overly squeamish, but an admirably fragrant and colourful one for the rest of us.
A Trial in Venice
For the third and final book in this series the action, and Hannah, returns to Venice. The son she stole is kidnapped and she is back to rescue him, despite her being wanted for the murder of the boy's father. Foscari, the aforementioned silver-nosed noble, has the boy secreted away in a Palladian palazzo, being looked after by the winning and spunky ex-whore Cesca. Add an appealing pushy nun, who accompanies Hannah on her journey, and we have characters to propel us into the action. Which is good as I found myself identifying less with Hannah this time, maybe because her all-powerful motherly instincts are not easily relatable for me.  The nun and the ex-whore seem to be the only females who are not pregnant and broody here, and that's maybe why I like them so much. But that's just me. If you can identify then this one's well up to scratch in its characterisation and Venetian feel and detail, and in its sensuality and physicality sometimes verging on the gross.


James Ringo Uncle Theodor
Well here's an odd one. It's a slim novel from a man who is described in his blurb somewhat grandly as 'one of the last true Renaissance men of our times'. What this seems to mean is that he wrote music as well as this one novel, and that 'his friends and acquaintances included many art and music giants such as Truman Capote, Olivier Messiaen and the Sitwells'. There's a photo in which he looks like a 1960s home handyman or maybe an atomic physicist. The novel begins with an older woman entering Piazza San Marco with a painful stone in her shoe. She makes for the statue of St Theodore on his pillar, there to reminisce about her Uncle Theodor, who loved her the most when she was a little girl, but who had a lasting impact on her by loving her inappropriately. She was his favourite, and she loved him more than she loved her parents, but he was a paedophile. The book deals in a quiet, understanding and unhysterical way with a subject that is still so rarely dealt with without spittle flying, so it's to be congratulated for that. The style is certainly no problem, and there's perception and sensitivity at work, but the story lacks any real surprises or sparkle. Interesting but not essential then, in itself and as a Venice novel, as the Venetian content is not crucial, or much.

William Rivière By the Grand Canal
The First World War has just ended and its toll is still sinking in as the treaties are being signed. Hugh Thurne is a British diplomat who has gotten into the habit of using Venice as a base and refuge. He has friends there, in the Venier family, and a lover in the shape of a gorgeous young singer at the Fenice. His wife doesn't love him, his best friend has been killed in action, and his best friend's wife comes to live with him. His best friend's son falls for the dark-eyed daughter of the Venier family and old Giacomo Venier's health is failing. The viewpoints change, the making of history is discussed, love and lust is pondered, and love and death haunt the past and the future. This book reminded me nicely of early Iris Murdoch, in its ambitions if not its achievement, but it's a fine non-usual exploration of its time and of timeless concerns. It gives damn fine Venice too, both inside crumbling palazzos and out in gondolas. It really could have been set nowhere else.


André Romijn
Hidden harmonies: the Secret Life of Antonio Vivaldi
I must admit to not approaching this book with high expectations. The racy title, the small publisher, and not least beginning to read and finding it written in the present tense - like an annoying American TV documentary - all these factors conspired against it on first impression. But to say that these doubts were soon quashed is a sore understatement: they were pushed to the ground, beaten senseless and dumped in a canal. The book begins with an episode crucial to Vivaldi's rediscovery in the 20th century and then slips back to the 18th century and the man himself, as he staggers drunk back from a party and an encounter with a mystery woman (and Handel) and ends up unconscious under a bridge on a frozen canal. But as the book progresses more, and fascinating, attention is paid to Vivaldi's musical life than to the naughty stuff suggested by the title. This romantic element is kept afloat throughout, but never drowns out the music, as it were. The story is firmly based on the real events of the composer's life, but obviously a fair amount of fleshing out is needed, and it's all done in a warmly believable and involving way. The composer is painted as pretty insecure and self-centred, but then again we artists usually are aren't we? There's poetic license involved, of course, with the Anna Giro enigma explained in a way which sweetly swaps one sin for another. Anna Maria, one of Vivaldi's star pupils at the Pietà and the subject of Vivaldi's Virgins above, is in here too. I'm not sure if you need to be a Vivaldi fan to be gripped, I think that the story is eventful and well told enough that you don't. And the Venetian atmosphere and detailing is spot on. In short - a Venetian and musical treat.

James Runcie The Colour of Heaven
The author is a film maker and shares the surname and lips of a former Archbishop of Canterbury, so we'll assume he's his son. And for a film maker he writes a damn fine novel. This is the story of a baby boy found drifting in a boat in a narrow canal by a woman, barren herself and yearning for a child. She takes him as her own, names him Paolo, raises him with her initially hostile husband, and forgives him his weaknesses. Foremost of these is his short-sightedness, which makes him a dangerous liability in his father's glassworks. He has a deep, almost spiritual, understanding of colour, however, and is soon apprenticed to a painter from Siena. The painter's search for the perfect ultramarine blue, for the sky of heaven in an important fresco, sends Paolo on a long journey in search of the rock from which this colour is made. This journey is the meat, and most of the pages, of the book and makes for a moving tale of a boy learning and growing and gradually seeing more clearly. The symbolism of his imperfect sight, and of the important things gradually coming into focus, is played well, but not worn out. There is sensuality too in the book's dealings with colour, food and love. The Venice content is not high, but the themes of colour (specifically Renaissance art's famous ultramarine) and of Venice's place as the gateway to the East seal it's place here.
The author went on to write novels dealing with chocolate and Canvey Island - two subjects close to my heart and childhood. He is now also several novels into his own detective series featuring Sidney Chambers, the Vicar of Grantchester, the marketing of which has stressed that the author is, in fact, the former Archbishop's son.


Richard Russo
Bridge of Sighs
There's the title, and the photo of the bridge on the cover, but what there isn't is much action set in Venice. The book is more than six hundred pages long, and of that length the Venice scenes must amount to maybe twenty or thirty. This lowness of proportion would ordinarily make me unsure about whether to include a novel, but in this case I'm reviewing it because it's such a damn good book. Amongst all the claimants to the title of The Great American novel this one effortlessly, if lengthily, covers all of the American, and human condition. The action is mostly set in a small town in New York state, where lives are lived out, through many generations, largely seen from the fussy and over-emotional perspective of a man looking back on his life spent, mostly, in his parents' general store. His friends and enemies and family come and go and change and stagnate and, in one case, leave to find their fortune as an artist in Venice. Class and race are dealt with, and how our parents and our attitudes towards them shape us. Also how art helps us deal with life and the power of belief (in all sorts of things) in the face of inconvenient contradiction. A truly moving and mind-stirring read.

Nate in Venice (aka Voice)
And then a year later comes a novella by Russo set totally in Venice. This isn't even a loose follow up to the above, as I initially thought it might be, but a whole new and wonderful set up. It involves two brothers: our narrator, Nate, is the sensitive and scholarly one, whose life has been plagued by unsuccessful relationships; and Julian, who is the garrulous and easy-going one, a salesman and the man who married Nate's fiancée. They have issues, to say the least, and then there's an episode with a student which has blighted Nate's life this past year and put him on anti-depressants. These life-twists are explored against the backdrop of Venice's confusing calli and winding alleys. There's also some witty business to do with the 'advantages' of the mobile phone in keeping people (dis)connected that gives the lie to the contention that the ubiquity of mobile phones in modern life necessarily hinders real narrative. Although the fact that the failure to electronically connect is central to this business maybe argues in favour of the contention. Good Venice is given and a good resolution.

Trajectory is a book of four stories, two of them are almost novella-length and one of these is called Voice and is merely Nate in Venice retitled. But for added value it's hard to beat some more of Russo's characteristically spot-on tales of academics and their tedious brothers and long-suffering wives, and their witty over-thinking. If you don't know how to grin wryly you'll have to learn.


Jane Turner Rylands Across the Bridge of Sighs
It wasn't easy approaching this book of stories with an open mind, after all the fuss of the author's feud with John Berendt, which I reported here. But I must have managed it, because I enjoyed it. The stories cover oddly similar ground to Berendt's book as they deal with the lives of present-day Venetians and the various plights facing the city itself. The characters are mostly prosperous, be they old money or new media types, and their lives and the stories are linked by events and palazzos - the most pervasive of the former being that most un-Venetian of tragedies, the fatal car crash. There's a tinge of the glitz-novel in places as the money flows and grows, but it would be unfair to class this as embossed-cover fare. The characters live and do real stuff - the trip to the hypermarket by the woman who ordinarily would send a servant has an authentic whiff. And as for the character who's supposed to represent John Berendt, a journalist called Cad Peacock, well I wouldn't have expected a hate-figure to have been represented as quite such a likeable character, for a journalist.

Lisa St Aubin de Terán The Palace
The story begins with Gabriele del Campo, a young stonemason, in jail and about to be shot for fighting for Garibaldi's unified Italy. He escapes the bullet, and with the help of his cellmate Colonel Giovanni Vitelli, survives and learns the ways of the gentry. Upon his release Gabriele goes to Venice and waits for Vitelli, all the while amassing riches using his luck and gambling skills. He dreams of building a palace worthy of his lost love Donna Donnatella and of having it ready for her return into his life. The names and ambitions and means to ends all give this book an allegorical feel, and a scope we like in such tales. Venice is evoked so that you can almost feel and smell it - unfortunately it's evoked as a thing of slime and decay, so you don't really want to stroke it, but let's not carp at such a fragrantly evoked version of our favourite city. I liked the detail that Gabriele likes Venice because he fears horses and Venice is free of horses. If you like your books with the feel of a fable about them you'll like this one.

Rob Samborn The Prisoner of Paradise
The concept of a painting speaking to one is not an unusual one, but it is for young Nick O'Connor. He's a jock, although his wife, Julia, is an artist, well a photographer, in Venice to make herself known at the biennale. Whilst visiting the Doge's Palace a woman in the Tintoretto Paradiso speaks to Nick, in Venetian, with the consequent doubts raised as to his sanity. His behaviour in front of the painting stirs a shady Venetian secret society into action, which sets a certain Dan Brown vibe developing, but this book is not so badly written. Nick and Julia's lovey-dovey establishing exchanges are a bit too much for my taste, and I could've done without the fashionable torture scenes. Also the topographical detail doesn't exactly convince me that the author's spent much time in Venice. But the plot rattles along in an involving and pleasantly perplexing way. There's lots of action and blood, betraying the story's origins as a  film screenplay and hence a very visual conception.

Tiziano Scarpa  Stabat Mater
The 2008 glut of novels about Vivaldi was followed by this short novel in 2009, which won the Strega Prize in Italy that year, but it has taken until now (August 2011) to appear in English. Like the others the concentration is on the orphan girls of the Pieta, this time a violin player called Cecilia. The novel takes the form of the foundling girl's stream of thoughts and her mental letters to her imagined mother. So we get pages of short paragraphs, beginning with Cecilia's dark ponderings on death and her unknown mother and eventually (about half way in) Vivaldi appears and the power of music wins out. The early stages are dominated by her unexplained obsession with death, and by defecation. (The latter subject also featuring strongly and fragrantly in the author's book about Venice Venice is a fish.) It's all very 'poetical' and plotless with very little description, even when Cecelia ventures out into the exciting world beyond the Pieta. Venice isn't even named, in fact, and neither is Vivaldi. Occasionally I was almost moved, but the style left me feeling uninvolved and, I'm sorry, my attention was often set aimlessly drifting.

Friedrich von Schiller The Man who sees Ghosts
More famous as a dramatist, this is Schiller's only novel and was, says the blurb, his most popular work. It tells the story of a German prince in 18th century Venice and his downfall, brought about by his susceptibility to things occult and broadly spiritual. It could have been set anywhere, but I suppose Venice works best as a location for deception and the labyrinthine. A fair amount of the action takes place on Giudecca (featuring a garden and an unnamed church, possibly the Redentore) and, of course, in Piazza San Marco, but the Venice locations are not unusual, described or really the point. The plot is full of the occult and the mysterious and so reflects the tastes of the time, but are dealt with in a way that's more cerebral than spooky. I think that the novel is more about spiritual weakness and susceptibility than the investigation of the effect of murky Catholicism on protestant sensibilities that the blurb pushes. (Saying that the book has a climax of shocking violence and death is more than a little dishonest too.) It's a book that entertains, stimulates and keeps you on your toes, but it's still more of a lost little gem than a masterpiece.



Martin Seay The Mirror Thief
Any novel which has a blurb that name checks David Mitchell and Umberto Eco has got to be worth investigating, even if you end up chuckling at the chutzpah. This debut novel also attracts attention by being set in three Venices - the hotel in Las Vegas, Venice Beach CA, and the real one - and in three time periods. The opening story is about a damaged ex-soldier and hit man, of sorts, searching for an old gambling pal in Las Vegas, whilst staying at the Venetian hotel. This strand is very reminiscent of Elmore Leonard, if a little less spare in style than EL himself. It's comparably easy to get engrossed in, though. We then slip back to the 1960s for an earlier story in the life of the old gambling pal. The style of writing gets a bit more...creative, but remains compelling. The style-development and the grip persist into the story set in Venice in 1592 too. Venice isn't named but it's unmistakable and authentic and very detailed. It's been a while since I've read a book so very Venetian. The stories cycle around some more and develop, but this is more a book about the insides of the character's heads than their actions - more about the twists and developments of personality than plot. Although there is plenty of plot and a fair amount of twist. There's also much colourful mystical mumbo-jumbo which adds to the appeal, for me anyway, and only really congests at the end. I'm not sure I came out totally convinced of the connectedness of the two time-framed stories - beyond the device of the book within and the mention of mirrors - but this is still a book and a half. And a firm five-star recommendation. 

Marcus Sedgwick The Kiss of Death
Marko's father has gone to Venice and disappeared, so our young hero goes there to find him - his wide-eyed arrival in Venice is an early highlight of the book. He teams up with Sorrel, the daughter of the man his father went to meet. There's more than a little of the goth about Sorrel, with her dark eye-makeup and world view. But the book itself is not what I'd call gothic, as the blurb does. It's nasty enough, for a book aimed at young adults, but has not the oddness or disturbing qualities one expects from gothic novels, and the writing is too plain. (One becomes even more aware of the difficulties of doing gothic for pre-teens when an orgy is witnessed later on in the book, and described in very vague terms.) The developing relationship between the two central characters is the meat here, although there's a fair number of gory corpses, supernatural threat and some nicely built tension.
I could've done without the errors though - the Canalozzo here becomes the Canalazzo and La Serenissima becomes La Serennisima. The statue of Saint Theodore on his column in the piazzetta is also described as having wings. The setting is the 17th century and Venice is well, if mostly vaguely, evoked, with a tendency to rely on atmosphere rather than descriptions of actual places. This is fine by me, as the danger of cliché is thereby avoided. This is also achieved by having Sorrel's father's palazzo on Giudecca and having our heroes go to Murano and San Michele, the latter not yet being a cemetery. Readers of Sedgwick's previous novel My Swordhand is Singing will welcome the return of Peter, the prosaically-named swordsman with more than a little of Michael Moorcock's Elric about him and his soul-sucking sword. A good story, then, well told but somewhat lacking in spice and weirdness for my jaded palate.

Vikram Seth An Equal Music
A story of love foolishly lost, and later foolishly revisited. The life and music of a London-based violinist in a string quartet is evoked in close musical detail. And music's part in the central relationship of his life is the convincing core of the book. A visit to Venice is an important, but short, and blissful, episode. Venice is there on the cover, and is vividly and brightly described enough to more than warrant a place on this page. But music is what this book's all about, and love, and life, and fate, and you should read it if you're passionate about any of these things.

Richard Skinner The Mirror
This book contains two stories. One is about Eric Satie, but the one which concerns us is the story of a young woman about to take the veil in the convent of Sant'Alvise in Cannaregio. Oliva truly believes in her calling and has a purity somewhat at odds with the frustrations and pettinesses of the sisters. She sees things others don't. Tensions are high in the nunnery and amongst those responsible for the perceived purity of Venice's convents and as her friends and allies abscond or die and she is forced to suffer the worldly taunts of a painter sent to make a portrait of the abbess, we sense a coming rupture. But what we get is a denouement which is violent but too ambiguous, for my liking anyway. I don't really know what happens, but I do know that if there's a prize going for the non-fiction book which has inspired the most novels, then Mary Laven's Virgins of Venice must win.

Edward Sklepowich

Death in a Serene City
This is the first Urbino Macintyre mystery, which is out of print but can be picked up online second-hand pretty easily. My interest in it was piqued by the author revealing in a recent interview that Urbino was conceived by him as a sort of Henry James Goes Crime Hunting, and mentioning how this one has elements of the Henry James/Miss Woolson affair, dealt with elsewhere on this site, along with the stealing of the remains of St Lucy. The writer who comes to Venice following the supposed suicide of a close female friend is here a modern-day author called Clifford Voyd, who has a somewhat insufferable personality and a mysterious male companion. The parallels are close, with the theft of the remains of the fictional Santa Teodora evoking the theft of those of Santa Lucia from the church of San Geremia in 1994. The contemplative tone and strong Venetian flavour are here from the off, with maybe a bit more literary allusion at this stage and a higher death-count. But for entertainingly urbane and civilised crime-solving the series pretty much started as it was set to continue.

Death in the Palazzo
A fine old-fashioned country house murder set in a Venetian palazzo cut off by bad weather and full of convincing characters with convincing historical reasons for hating each other. American author Urbino Macintyre is a refreshingly undomesticated crime-solver who isn't happily married but is the 'friend' of English widow Contessa called Barbara. And a nicely louche Nick & Norah-esque couple they make too. But why are Sklepowich's novels so barely in print, and not published at all in the UK?

Deadly to the Sight
Urbino's been in Morocco for a couple of years and returns to Venice with a protégé, a young painter called Habib. He returns to the side of the Contessa like a thirsty man given a glass of water, but her joy at his return masks her worry that a witch-like lace maker from Burano is threatening to blackmail her, maybe. The old woman spooks Habib too, with her 'evil eye', and the Contessa's new boatman may also be involved. Then someone dies. Wintertime Venice is breathably evoked here, and the odd relationship between the writer and the Contessa is written believably. But the characters' use of innuendo when talking about Urbino's relationship with Habib is matched by a similar closet coyness from the author - is Urbino gay or not? The pace is stately but the resolution satisfies.

The Last Gondola
This is the story of an obsession - Urbino wants to write a book about Samuel Possle, a fellow American with a shady past and a gaunt silent servant. Our hero talks (and has disturbing dreams) about little else until he eventually gets an invite. Then the difficulties, and deaths, of his acquaintances begin to become linked with the enigmatic Possle and his dark palazzo. Urbino spends a lot of time walking around and pondering, and visiting sites convenient to the themes and the atmosphere, which is decidedly gothic this time. Habib is away for the length of the book, but the coy hints, and the lingering descriptions of Urbino's slim and lithe gondolier, continue the sly suggestiveness of Urbino and the Contessa's previous outing above. An involving read, full of literary reference and Venetian flavour but more full of thought than action - as usual - which is fine by me.


Frail Barrier
When three people die in unsuspicious circumstances, but with suspicious swiftness and connectedness, Urbino begins to wonder. Two of them are acquaintances of Urbino and the Countess and so the marriages and predilections of some of their friends get a bit of a raking over as Urbino puzzles things out. As ever there is much pondering and sparse action - most of the murders happen off screen, and the focus is on Urbino's thought processes as he wanders and walks around Venice. He far from fails to notice where his wanderings take him, and so this novel gives some very good Venice, as ever. Dorsoduro is the central sestiere
here, but events and characters range far and wide. There are storms and a regatta, to add colour and event, and some colourful characters too. As restrained and elegant a novel as the people and places it deals with, and as you could wish for.
With thanks to Mr S for sending me a copy himself from Tunisia (after I'd had trouble getting one from his publisher) with two truly mouth-drying sheets of stamps attached!

The Veils of Venice
The action here opens with the Contessa and Urbino taking tea in Florian's and discussing an exhibition of Fortuny frocks that they're planning for the Contessa's palazzo. Their plans involve various members of the Pindar family, an eccentric bunch that the Contessa is related to - a dress is to be leant and photographs are to be taken. A further connection is the fact that Mina the Contessa's maid is the lover of a Pindar and has the misfortune to be found clutching a pair of scissors whilst standing above the stabbed and fast expiring Olimpia. So with an exhibition to plan our intrepid pair have also to find out who actually murdered Olimpia, as Mina is obviously innocent. As is ever the case Urbino snaps into action by going for a stroll and having a good think. Venice is a cold and snow-blanketed backdrop, with even Urbino's brother- in-law (he was once married?!) turning up to cast a bluffer light on the city and events, and to get shown some of the sights in a low key way. The Urbino novels are never going to described as fast-paced or brutal, but they do the cerebral and the refined as good as any such series. And as the plot gains pace emotions gather and the grip increases, right up until the satisfying and unobvious conclusion.


Catherine Smith Barozzi, or the Venetian Sorceress
When a novel starts with lines the likes of "Spare her! oh spare her! I implore thee" in frantic accents cried the aged Ferrand. "Accursed villains! wouldst thou imbrue thy hands in the blood of innocence? ... Horrible assassins! for such indeed you are, or why do I behold your stiletto raised against the pure bosom of Rosaline?" the modern reader naturally assumes there's irony afoot, or that we're being plunged straight into a hammy stage performance. But no - this book is archaically written all through, if mostly less breathlessly. This is equally exhausting and entertaining, as is the plot, with its innocents murdered by bravos, villains repentant on their deathbeds, and late revelations most shocking. Yes, this is a Gothic Classic, but the OTT plotting is not matched by much description and so Venice - the major setting - is barely sketched in, or indeed described at all, and so it's left to some vague mentions of San Lorenzo and gondolas to provide the Venetian flavour. Not a Venice fix, then, but undoubtedly an entertaining and overwrought book full of extraneous adverbs and adjectives - the sort of book where windows do not open but unclose. (And why are four of the main characters confusingly called the Marchesa de Rosa, Rosaline, Rosa, and Rosalva? Couldn't even one of them be called something un-Rosa-ish?)

Martin Cruz Smith The Girl from Venice
I've not hitherto read anything by MCS, not even Gorky Park, his most famous book, but known-name authors writing novels set in Venice is a rare enough thing to make this a must-review. It begins with a fisherman on the lagoon, and most of the Venice-set action is watery and marshy. The fisherman is called Cenzo Vianello and is our central character - we get lots of fishing insights. He lives on Pellestrina (where almost everyone's called Vianello, it seems) and is trying to survive the messy end of the war. The book is set in 1945, as the Americans work their way up from the south and the Germans try to soften defeat by comforting themselves with some final acts of brutality. This is quite a fresh and complex setting, for a novel set in Venice anyway, even if the basic set up of a rough fisherman finding and having to protect a young upper class Jewish woman/victim is a bit obvious. But the writing is superior, the dialogue snappy, and the characters and decisions sufficiently complex and believable that one is propelled through the action smartly and efficiently. The larger second half of the book moves the action to Salò, where things get messier and closer to the workings of history. Describing a book as an easy read is a bit damning (if not as bad as describing music as Easy Listening) but this is a solidly entertaining and unchallenging read. Again, I'm not sure that challenging reads are always a good thing, and challenging music definitely isn't. My advice: read and enjoy.

Muriel Spark Territorial Rights
At a time of leanness in the provision of novels about Venice (late 2009) what's a chap to do but ply the choppy waters of the second-hand book sites in search of old gems. So here we plunge into the late 70s and my first, I admit it, Muriel Spark novel. It begins with callow art student Robert Leaver arriving in Venice from Paris, in pursuit of a mad Bulgarian girlfriend and pursued by rich older 'admirer' Mark Curran. Robert's father and his lover then turn up, to be followed by a friend of Mark's mother, playing detective. What follows is a plot of real ripeness involving the murders of members of European royal families during the war, spying, double-dealing, and the burying of bodies in Venetian gardens. I wasn't sure how much I was supposed to be taking any of this seriously. I think not much as there's much humour and the thing often reads like a spoof. Entertaining and full of Venice - palazzos converted to flats, teetering accommodation like something from Piranesi and, this being a novel from the 70s, a floating funeral too, which is not part of the plot but is there anyway, for atmosphere I suppose. I was expecting more than dated but diverting fluff.

Don Taylor Daughters of Venice (play)
This is a play broadcast by the BBC in February 2008 featuring performances by Norman Rodway (as Vivaldi), Susan Fleetwood, Eve Hopkins, Timothy Watson, Rachel Atkins and Francis Barber. (I know plays aren't strictly speaking fiction but I figured that as this is my first I'd include it with novels for the time being.) It's another story dealing with the female orphans/musicians of the church of the Pietà. This time it's more to do with them and their keepers' dilemmas than it is with Vivaldi. The problem of what to do with the orphans when they've grown up is the strongest theme, with being married off to a smitten and twittish English milord as one option. The Englishman and his sardonic valet provide some broad comedy, which is thankfully not strong in any other parts of the story, although an air of unfussy cynicism pervades. Vivaldi appears quite late and is, initially, painted as an impatient and greedy egotist. The issues are dealt with with a not unheavy hand, which suggests that this might be a play meant for a youngish audience, but the stories are mostly involving and the twists quite pleasing. The drama also borders on the hysterical towards the end, but is still pretty moving. Not bad at all.

E. Temple Thurston The City of Beautiful Nonsense
This one opens with a writer called John and a woman in a fur coat called Jill meeting in a church near Lincoln's Inn in London and getting into warm social water over the donation for a candle lit to Saint Joseph. That this encounter is going to lead us to Venice (a.k.a.  The City of Beautiful Nonsense) is made clear by the author. Being written in 1910 the style is very much of its time, with much authorial discussion. This chatty technique can often get a bit arch, but here is mostly charmingly period, as is the casual and frequent church-going and gently benevolent tone. The Edwardian London detailing is appealing too - the journalist lives in Holborn, 'Before Kingsway was built, before Holywell Street bit the dust in which it had grovelled for so long'. (Holywell Street being the notorious centre of London's pornographic literature trade (mentioned in several novels on my London page) before being swept away when Kingsway was built and slums were cleared.) The story is of love and money, and the affects of each on the other. Not a startlingly fresh subject but quality will out, in writing and imagination. We don't reach Venice until just over half way through, but it's a constant impending and romantic presence all the way. By the time John gets to the making of his annual visit to his parents, who live in Venice, there's much to be told and hidden on both sides. Venice itself is worshipped unashamedly and plays its part in the feeling complexity of the final chapters. The end sees a battle between love and duty.


Roberto Tiraboschi The Eye Stone
Novels set in Venice during the 12th century are pretty darn rare, but  monks seem to be ubiquitous for fiction set in the medieval period, at least in the works I've read recently. Aside from a hunchback monk, Edgardo, who is also a scribe, and whose sight is failing, the other central character here is an innovative glass blower from Murano, and his magnetic female assistant, who gets oddly frequently compared to a thread of wool. The Venice of the time has places named differently and is mostly mud, it seems, and stuff one might politely call mud. The morals and motivations are pretty murky too and so hardly anybody, or anything, smells sweet here, and everything does tend to reek strongly. Amidst murders, odd freakings of nature, and sudden fires destroying glass works, the plot progresses as Edgardo tries to track down a crystal that is said might magically restore sight. The writing is a mixed bag - the narrative and descriptions are fine, and the latter sometimes special, but the characters tend to talk like they are reading their dialogue from a book, especially early on. Maybe it's a translator's word-choice thing, and there are other such oddities. But the impressive aspects - the otherworldly air combined with psychological sharpness - and sundry other narrative novelties, easily outweigh such annoyances.
The series continues with The Apothecary's Shop, also starring Edgardo the scribe.

Janet Todd A Man of Genius
Our heroine is introduced, Ann from Putney, a self-contained creator of fruity gothic novels, and then she meets a man of genius, who sweeps her independence away, provides brief intense erotic stimulation, and becomes the centre of her life. He seems a self-obsessed and talentless tosser to the rest of us, though, as his boozy entourage cling obsequiously to his every word and the romance turns sour, but survives. After almost a hundred pages of her going all soft and him spouting 'deep' tosh, they decide to escape to Venice. The Austrians are still in charge so our heroine and the city share strong feelings of defeat. But the journey at least brings us movement and plot, and the night-dark arrival on Giudecca provokes sighs and thoughts of 'at last!' New characters and a well-evoked defeated Venice provide much-needed colour, but soon routine and victimhood re-establish themselves and with the arrival of a somewhat predictable unexpected letter from home (Ann has damaging mother issues too) I reached the  stage when putting the book gently aside appealed mightily, so I did. Maybe if you're a woman who's suffered such a draining 'romantic' attachment you might have more sympathy, but I am not and so didn't.

Jon Trace The Venice Conspiracy
I know that preconceptions are often to be mistrusted, but my initial impressions here where not good. The cover is one of those generic post-Da Vinci Code man-running-through-cloister jobbies with mock distressed edges and writing in the background, the (unimaginative) title is in metallic raised letters, and the author is described as '...the Chief Creative Officer of one of the world's largest global television production companies, an internationally published thriller writer and creator of multi-media interactive games'. Superlatives-a-go-go! Reading the book both confirmed and confounded my prejudices. It's very well-written and a sure-fire page turner. The story concerns Father Tom Shaman, a priest who loses his certainties when he accidentally kills a couple of rapists, and decides to take himself to start a new life in Venice. There he becomes involved with a sexy blonde journalist and murderous satanists. It's unusual in that the devil-worshiping serial-killer modern-day strand of the story is alternated with a related tale of Etruscan religion and life in 666BC. Later a strand set in Venice in 1777 starts up too, which is a bit more usual in its scenes of debauchery and decadence. On the debit side I'd have to put the brutality and the revelling in disembowelment, but this is presumably fashionable in these post-Stieg Larsson times. (There's also a very bad sex scene.) For readers of this site there's a less forgivable tendency towards Venetian errors. Our hero drinks coffee at a joint called Florins in Piazza San Marco, for example, and later a character in a boat heads out into the lagoon following a number 41 vaporetto heading for Ferrovia and Murano. The author presumably thinks that Ferrovia is an island, and not the Italian word for the railway station that both boats have just left far behind. Call me picky but I prefer my Venetian novels to have been researched with visits and experience, not by consulting the internet and vap timetables. Otherwise this is not a hard or ungripping read, just more than somewhat market-driven methinks.

Barry Unsworth Stone Virgin
A somewhat pompous and spiky restorer of statues gets to use his new technique on a Virgin in Venice and starts to feel the long-lost passions carved into the stone, which makes him then prone to some present day passion of his own. His story is book-ended by the story of the original sculptor's love for his model, and his arrest and incarceration for her murder. Another tale interwoven is of an old man looking back through tinted spectacles at his passionate adventures around the statue. The time-shifting and unreliable narrators place this novel in its era - a time in the late 70s and early 80s when every 'serious' novel had to be a temporal switchback - but reading in in 2007 also makes one nostalgic for a time when books this dense and deep were more common. Oh and Venice is solid and stony and all around.

Salley Vickers Miss Garnet's Angel
A no-longer-young spinster finds herself having the holiday that she and her companion had long promised themselves, but alone now, following the death of said companion. It's refreshing for a tale of Venice to begin with a death rather than end with one, and there's much else that's refreshingly original here. Miss Garnett reacts strongly to the spirituality of the Catholic religion and becomes fascinated by the story of Tobias and the Angel and moved by the art the story has inspired. As Venice works its magic on a sensibility more used to Ealing, she also gets caught up in the lives of various Venetians and visitors, and her life begins to take on aspects of the Tobias story. This is a novel with that strange indefinable extra special something.
But I have to say that I found this novel a bit fusty when I tried to re-read it a few years later. A film was announced in March 2011, and Ms Vickers herself was said to be working on the script, but...


Dennis Wheatley The Rape of Venice
When I started work in public libraries in the mid 70s Dennis Wheatley was one of our most popular authors. Now, like many other big names of the time, he is not much read. He was most notorious for his spicy sub-Hammer tales of black magic and it was the likes of The Devil Rides Out that most of us, especially us teenage boys, had read. But he also wrote spy, war and historical adventure stories, and this book is one of his Roger Brook series. Brook is a handsome, randy and capable spy in the service of  William Pitt the Younger. So the period is Napoleonic, and our hero is initially charged with sounding out a visiting Venetian diplomat with regard to his masters committing to becoming our allies against the French. When events take a messy and bizarre turn (involving an arrow piercing the villain's bottom) Brook is forced to flee the country, initially to India, in the company of his 'niece' Melissa, who is every randy man's wish-fulfilment of a lovely woman intent on becoming our hero's sex-slave, despite his not wanting to marry her. Many pages are devoted to the couple discussing possible stratagems to bring about a situation where he can shag her when he wants whilst they both retain an outward respectability. As if this were not enough they are later shipwrecked (which conveniently disposes of the poor geezer Melissa had married to enable her be our hero's mistress) and wash up on an island where they are picked up by 'negroes' who, of course, turn out to be cannibals, and later find themselves slaves bought by an Arab intent on having Melissa in his harem. At this stage (about a third in) I gave up on this clichéd tosh and flipped pages to discover when and if they got to Venice. Our hero gets there with about a quarter of the book remaining. He is also now set on avenging Melissa who has, of course, come to a sticky end as, James Bond-style, all women who have had sex with our rampant hero must. Sometimes 'old-fashioned' is not synonymous with 'quaint' or 'charming'.

Christopher Whyte The Cloud Machinery
It is 1761, the Carnival is in full flood, and a theatre in St Hyginus, Venice's smallest parish, is about to reopen. But the murder which caused its closure many years before has drawn many strangers to Venice, and the tales that they tell are barely believable. The murder victim, the ghostly figure who haunts the theatre building, a dead woman who walks, and a missing princess are all somehow linked with a powerful and shadowy figure who seems responsible for all of their fates. And in the background is the cloud machinery, a wondrous now-rusted contraption, central to the murder, looming over the stage of the old theatre, and over the plot. This is the wicked 1700s in Venice, again, but with added hints of magic - black and theatrical and musical - and plenty of mystery. There's a minor annoyance in the book's habit of translating the names of churches into English, where their Italian names are so familiar as to need no translation - St George the Major and St John and Paul, for example. It's all wickedly well written, though, and full of fine characters and conceits.

Jim Williams Scherzo
Subtitled A Venetian Entertainment, this is a murder mystery set in the Venice of Casanova. It uses many phrases lifted from Casanova's memoirs and one of the narrators/characters IS Casanova, thinly veiled. So, we know the source, what of the end result? Well, it's a Name of the Rose-ish set-up, with a crusty old philosopher bouncing ideas off of a younger acolyte. That the acolyte is a castrato rent boy is a departure, I grant you. Venice of this period is fertile for themes like deception, secrecy, and things generally not being what they seem, what with all that going around wearing masks and all. The book mines this fertile seam pretty well, in a suitably twisty and unpredictable way.




Barbara Wilson
The Case of the Orphaned Bassoonists
OK, I admit it - when I started reading I didn't know that she was a lesbian. Cassandra Reilly, I mean, the 'globetrotting translator and accidental detective' heroine of this series of novels. Her somewhat overheated interest in some of the female characters set me wondering, and her concentration on their physical attributes was, I started noticing, unusually fervent too. Would I have read it had it been advertised overtly as a lesbian novel? Well, probably not. Why? Well, I suppose because it would seem to me to be targeted at a niche market to which I do not belong, and there's always the suspicion that appealing to a specialist audience it would not then have the quality and general appeal to reach beyond its intended fan base. But if this suspicion had stopped me picking this one up I would have missed a treat because, to confound my literary prejudices, Cassandra's a winning woman and it's easy to share her curiosity and love of Venice. The overwhelming preponderance of characters with same-sex romantic inclinations is a little hard to take statistically, but I suppose most 'straight' fiction's lack of gay characters is no less a challenge to the law of averages. The story also involves two thefts, one murder, one attempted murder, and a lot of bassoonists. More than one of the musicians is intent on finding out more about the orphans at the church of the Pietà during Vivaldi's time as a teacher there and if any of them also composed. The limited choices that would lead a mother to leave her child to the church to train as a musician are explored, and find fitting reflections in other, more contemporary, women's choices and their consequences. An involving crime novel, then, and much more besides. 

Wu Ming Altai
OK, pay attention. Wu Ming is the name assumed by five Italian writers whose names are known and who make public appearances, but who are never photographed or filmed. They were previously known as Luther Blissett (named for a black footballer who played for Watford in the 1980s) and under this name they published a novel called Q to which this novel is the sequel. Leaving all such conceptual hogwash behind, let's just look at the book, shall we? It begins with the fire in the Arsenale in 1569 and our narrator, Emmanuele De Zante, being charged with finding the culprit. De Zante is a trusted agent of the Venetian secret service, but a Jew in secret too. When this latter fact is spread conveniently abroad he finds himself accused and is forced to flee from his own agents. He escapes eastwards, into his past and his true nature, maybe, and soon into the clutches of his hitherto arch enemy in Constantinople. Our hero is gone from Venice pretty early on in the book, but the city remains in his thoughts and in the sights of all parties as the force to be most reckoned with, and fought. This is a good Venetian read because of this ever-presence and because it deals with some sound Venetian historical concerns like the fashionable matter of East/West and Christian/Muslim mixings, and religious identity and tolerance, but mostly from the other side, as it were. The prose is impressive and colourful, but never too purple; and anyway pace is never sacrificed to style, with the multiple-authors thing also never noticeable. The action takes second place to investigations of motivation and emotions, mostly, so if you are reminded of, say, Wolf Hall when reading this I'd not be surprised. A surprisingly fine and coherent read, given its fussy gestation.



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