I confess I’m obsessed with Venice. I have been ever since watching a movie called Dangerous Beauty, set in the beautiful city in the 16th century. Ever since then, I have read everything I could get my hands on, fiction and non-fiction, about the city. If this book were called Death in Marseilles I wouldn’t have been interested.
There is enough of Venice to make it interesting, and it was a good movie. Unfortunately, on the page it loses it’s attraction. Add in the boring short stories that lead up to the final climax, and you have a lot of slog to get to the payoff. I simply don’t like Thomas Mann. I read Buddenbrooks and found it tolerable. Magic Mountain I abandoned about half-way through. I gave him his final chance in these short stories. It’s my failing, I’m sure, as Mann is considered one of the great writers, but he completely fails to speak to me.