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“Witty and meditative by turns, the overall effect is like being shown around by a wonderfully self-effacing, but impressively erudite guide” The Sunday Times BOOKS OF THE YEAR

“Nooteboom has achieved the impossible: to say something new about the ageless city about which everything has been said” ALBERTO MANGUEL

“The whole book is the illuminating testimony of a man who cannot look away and so sees things that others, even those with more specialist knowledge, have missed” GREGORY DOWLING, Wall Street Journal

VENICE: “A dream of palaces and churches, of power and money, dominion and decline, a paradise of beauty.” By the author of Roads to Santiago and Roads to Berlin

With this treasury of his time spent in Venice over a period of fifty-five years, Nooteboom makes himself the indispensable companion for all lovers of “the sailing, amphibious city”, and for every new visitor.

Because he is a master storyteller with an inexhaustible curiosity, and always with a suitcase of books (to which new discoveries are added), he brings vividly and poetically to life not only the tumultuous history of the Republic but along the way its doges, its villains, its heroes, its magnificent painters, its architects, its scholars, its skies, its canals and piazzas and alleyways, and on his expeditions its “bronze voices of time”.

Those who know and love this city and its literature will recognise Nooteboom – in Laura Watkinson’s fine translation – as the dazzling heir and companion to Montaigne, Thomas Mann, Rilke, Ruskin, Proust, Brodsky, and Donna Leon. His homage to Venice is a generous introduction, learned and enchanting, and worthy of its magnificent subject.

“His writing is lyrical and densely textured. He is a poet of time and memory” – COLIN THUBRON

Translated from the Dutch by Laura Watkinson

Publisher Review

With his customary intelligence, erudition and sheer passion for the world we live in, Cees Nooteboom has achieved the impossible: to say something new about the ageless city about which everything has been said -- Alberto Manguel This is a book to lose yourself in, in every sense of the word . . . He's pulling you through the city in the hope that you'll share his curiosity rather than marvel at his expertise. Add to that the panache with which he writes and Nooteboom is a worthy guide to any city, let alone one that means so much to him -- Charlie Connelly * New European * He writes in a voice that blends the acuity of Martha Gellhorn with the meditative grace of W.G. Sebald * Economist * The great Dutch novelist turns his hand to travel writing of the highest order. His experiences of visiting La Serenissima over five decades and his natural curiosity make him the perfect companion, and the book is beautifully illustrated throughout. -- Brett Wolstencroft * The i * The whole book is the illuminating testimony of a man who cannot look away and so sees things that others, even those with more specialist knowledge, have missed, whether it be the color and consistency of the ropes on the vaporetti, the glistening hues and squirming movements of the fish at the market, or the wondrous effects that Tintoretto could achieve with dabs of white in 'the gleam of armour, the folds in a sleeve, the windings of a turban, the halo of a man of the air who, as in the Last Judgment, is flying through space, in a wide flowing cloak . . .' -- Gregory Dowling * Wall Street Journal * You might think there is little new to say about Venice, but Cees Nooteboom strolls down many under-explored alleyways in the city, his insights coloured by his knowledge of art and literature as welll as his past experiences . . . Witty and meditative by turns, the overall effect is like being shown around by a wonderfully self-effacing, but impressively erudite guide. * The Sunday Times Books of the Year * For Nooteboom, Venice is above all a city of spirits, memories and stories, and his beguiling book - well served by Laura Watkinson's free-flowing translation - is a leisurely examination of an entrancement that has deepened with each visit, over the course of half a century. -- Jonathan Buckley * Times Literary Supplement *