I bought this book at Foyles in London (the new one! they've moved up the street--very nice new digs) because I'd read a review of it in the TLS. I tear out book titles from the TLS and save them up for my next trip to London and then I hand over all these little scraps of newsprint to the helpful people there and end up with a lovely pile of new books to read.
Polly Coles, the author, is a British woman married to a Venetian. They have 4 kids and mostly live in England, but this book is about their year in Venice. It's mostly a fascinating meditation on wishing there were a way to save Venice from the tourists (of which she, in all honesty, counts herself). There are a number of funny bits about flooding, rain, the kids' schools, etc., but mainly it's about the magical city and how the tourists make it impossible for the city's real residents to live reasonable lives.
For instance, if you were Venetian and had a dentist appointment on the other side of the Grand Canal from your apartment and it was summer time, forget about ever getting there. There are 16.5 million visitors to their city every year, filling up the narrow streets, walking slowly, taking pictures of your children playing in the squares, and generally being a nuisance. They support stores that sell things that no resident wants or needs. They take up all the space on the vaporettos. Etc.
She also makes no bones about how rude the residents are to the tourists. Or the fact that when it floods (frequently), the sewers back up and spill their sewage onto the streets.
Her wish for Venice is to make a city where the unbelievably wonderful architecture and design of this thousand year old and car-less city can be made to mesh with a vibrant living community of modern people.
To which I can only say "YES!"