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240 pages, Paperback
First published August 1, 2008
Horace wakes up with a strange feeling already rushing through him. The sounds of the splashing street echo up into his lodgings and he wonders if perhaps he has heard something dreadful in his sleep: a fight in foreign voices beneath his window, a screaming fall.
Maybe it is simply the water. He cannot understand how such an old, illustrious city can be so alarmingly wet. The very notion of it, lapping away at everything, perplexes him.
Travellers have said that Venice appears to float on the Adriatic, a shimmering fairytale city rising through the clouds. But Horace believes this idea is nonsense: the buildings do just the opposite; they cling to the small section of terrain at their foundations with a crumbling, desperate defiance. They are not floating at all, but rather embedded into the earth in a way he has never seen in any other city. (p69)