Memory, death, love, beauty, dreams – Brodsky touches on all of these in this wonderfully evocative book, says PD Smith. A very, very short prose-exercise by Nobelist Brodsky about Venice, his many wintertime trips there, the enchantment and ironies and visual. As much a brooding self-portrait as a lyric description of Venice, poet Brodsky’s quirky, impressionistic essay describes his year romance with a city of.

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There are no doges anymore, and the 80, dwellers of these islands [of Venice] are guided not by the granduer of some particular vision but by their immediate, often nearsighted concerns, by their desire to make ends meet. As it is, apart from the moon landing, this century may be best remembered by leaving this place intact, by just letting it be.

Deep and inviting, it seemed to contain a perspective of its own—perhaps another enfilade. I am aware, of course, of the disastrous consequence the above suggestions may have for hotel rates here, even in winter. We turned to the left of the house and two minutes later found ourselves on the Fondamenta degli Incurabili.

For leaving is a banishment of the eye to the provinces of the other senses; at best, to the crevices and crevasses of the brain.

The City Nobel Laureate Joseph Brodsky Called Paradise

The address given was in the Salute sestiere, the part of town with the greatest, to my knowledge, percentage of foreigners in it, Anglos especially. Nisto consiste o papel desta cidade no universo. It must be said that she took it like a mensch. That Dante’s descent into the netherworld owes as much to Homer’s and Virgil’sepisodic scenes, after all, in the [Iliad] and the [Aeneid]as to Byzantine medieval literature about cholera, with its traditional conceit of premature burial and subsequent peregrination of the soul.


Scanning this city’s face for seventeen wayermark, I should by now be capable of pulling brrodsky credible Poussin-like job: Its particles’ only ambition is to reach an object and make it, big or small, visible.

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Alas, the movie wasn’t much to speak of; besides, I never liked the novel much either. An object, after all, is what makes infinity private. In this city the lions are ubiquitous, and over the years I’ve unwittingly come to share this totem to the point of placing one of them on the cover of one of my books: That explains the eye’s appetite for beauty, as well as beauty’s own existence.

In a line of work involving the dipping of a pen into an inkpot, one can identify with both. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters,” to quote an author who visited here before. Goethe called this place the “republic of beavers,” but perhaps Montesquieu with his resolute “[un endroit ou il devrait n’avoir que des poissons]” was more on the mark.

Media reporter, reviewer, producer, guest booker, blogger. Brodsky was disappointed that he could not visit. At night, there is not much to do here. But how extremely weird that I didn’t previously know about the great eighteenth and nineteenth century mythos of Venice as a place of decadence, Romanticism and beautiful decay, and how that lingers in the present popular idea of the place even whilst the reality may be a carefully tended living museum, stuffed to the gills with camera-clicking tourists.

I liked this paragraph about finding an interest in someone based on their reading tastes: It’s certainly better than a lot of other things written about Venice ahem, Ackroydbut the intricate tapestry of cultural allusions sometimes comes across more as obfuscatory name-dropping than erud This is an interesting and evocative meditation on Venice.


And thus he finishes: The shorts-clad herds, especially those neighing in German, also get on my nerves, because of the inferiority of theiranyone’sanatomy against that of the columns, pilasters, and statues; because of what their mobilityand all that fuels itprojects versus marble stasis.

If you’ve got company, the next day at the rbodsky or newsagent you may meet a stare of biblical probing unfathomable, you would think, in a Catholic country.

A mosaic of 48 short chapters—each recalling a specific episode from one of his many visits there Brodsky spent his winters in Venice for nearly 20 years — Watermark associatively and brilliantly evokes one city’s architectural and atmospheric character.

In a second they will die: The answer, I believe, is yes. Return to Book Page. I say this here and now to save the reader disillusionment. The music is, of course, greater than the band, and no hand can turn the page.

Because if it were only his broadcasts, then Ezra would be just another Tokyo Rose. So I lifted my bags and stepped outside. A strange little book; prose pieces about wintering in Venice; The vrodsky light, the fog, a tour of a Palazzo, a few famous ex-pats or their widowbbrodsky streets, the water, the art and some intellectual references to the myths and other literature about Venice,- oh and the winter light.

I’m assuming the Nobel Prize was for earlier work. There is something primordial about traveling on water, even for short distances.

Also, that could explain my attempts over all these years to secure that dream’s recurrence, manhandling my superego in the process no less savagely than my unconscious. You are commenting using your Twitter account.

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