Y’all, I probably should have gone to the opera when I went to Venice. I’m the kind of philistine who doesn’t much care for opera but the theatre itself would be neat to see. The Fenice burned down in 1996, which is the beginning of The City of Falling Angels by John Berendt (the guy who wrote Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.) It so happens he turned up in town that day and decided to write a book.
It’s partly about the fire (arson? negligence?) and rebuilding of the Fenice with gossipy sidetracks about various inhabitants of Venice. It’s also a mix of interesting and, uh, not. There’s a master glass maker who makes fiery Fenice vases, a scandal with Ezra Pound’s mistress and of course the fire investigation. Then things get bogged down in way too much detail about Save Venice politics and backstabbing. I just don’t care. At all.
It did make me want to go back to Venice and look at it all again.
Since it’s been too miserably humid to do much else lately I’ve finished a shawl:
Looks a little fiery, right?
Specs: Northern Lights knit in Blue Brick Point Pelee Lace.