The Serene One
(Three weeks from today: Island of the Mad.)
“La Serenissima”, they call her: Venice, city of the waters. Venice began as a refuge, a place people might creep away from the various war-troubled stretches of mainland all around. The swampy lagoon, into which the Adriatic waters washed in and out, twice a day, had an assortment of slightly firmer, slightly higher patches of ground. Islands, for lack of a better word. And they built a city there.
I was myself in need of a certain amount of refuge last year. Well, I imagine the rest of the world was, too, and though it might occasionally seem that the world as a whole has descended into Venice (for the most part, in twelve-story high cruise ships larger than anything along the shoreline they churn up) in fact, away from the canals large enough for motor craft, Venice is probably the quietest city in the world.
It is a place for getting lost in: wandering down tiny calli, pausing for a coffee in one of the dozens of campi, stepping onto one of the water-buses called vaporetti (although it’s been a long time since those have emitted actual steam) and circling one island or the other.
Where to pre-order your copy of Island of the Mad ?
US edition—signed, from Poisoned Pen Books or Bookshop Santa Cruz
Signed (as tip-in pages) from Barnes & Noble
From your local Indie; from Amazon/Kindle; from Barnes & Noble/Nook.
UK edition—from Allison & Busby; from my friends at Heffer’s.
Or the audio download here.