A writer in Venice
A writer in Venice is
spoiled: there is nowhere, in this city where the streets
are water, you can wander without encountering beauty;
not a corner which does not promise some Gothic curl
or Renaissance flourish, to captivate the eye and nourish
the imagination.
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Mary McCarthy's VENICE OBSERVED,
suggests that, essentially, there are two kinds of people:
those who, temperamentally favour the sunlit brio of Florence,
or those who are drawn by the misty reserves of Venice.
Like Mary McCarthy I am incurably for Venice. I went there
first as a young woman, arrogantly assuming that a place
which attracted so many could have nothing special to
say to me. People often ask me if there is anything autobiographical
in my novel MISS GARNET'S ANGEL. In fact I gave to my
heroine the experience I had on first encountering St
Mark's. Having arrived by train I walked from the outskirts
of Venice, and as I came closer to the city's heart, the
Piazza S. Marco - where the Doges set out to wed the sea
with rings - I felt my foolish prejudice falter. I remember
stopping, as Miss Garnet does, on the wooden Accademia
bridge, and seeing the dome of S. Maria della Salute,
like a vast soap bubble breasting the Grand Canal, and
when I reached the edge of the Piazza, and saw the basilica,
like a great pearl adorned with gilded waves of angels
mounting to the sky, I fell in love and, happily, have
never recovered.
It was on that first visit,
too, that I found the Chiesa dell' Angelo Raffaele,
and the series of paintings by the elder Guardi which
tell the tale of Tobias who travels to Media unaware
he accompanied by the Archangel Raphael. This ancient
tale, beloved by Renaissance artists, became the story
which underpins Miss Garnet's. The Angelo Raffaele is
in a part of Venice which few tourists penetrate. The
church of the Carmini, a little way along the water-from
the Angelo Raffaele, is one of the voluminous Venetian
churches with a rich, ghostly interior, and it has my
favourite of all the representations of the Tobias story:
a Cima altarpiece of the nativity, where Tobias stands
with his dog and his fish, holding a kindly Raphael's
hand.
Raphael is linked with this
part of Venice, near the Maritime Station, because he
was the totem of the sailors whose ships came from the
East, bringing spice and silk and also the Black Death.
Raphael is the angel associated with healing and it
was this which gave me the idea that he arrived along
with the plague, as a kind of cosmic compensation and
companion to ills.
Perhaps because it is a meeting of land and sea, East
and West, material and spiritual wealth that Venice
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evokes this sense of the close
connection of contraries: between good and ill, light
and dark. Two great novelists, Thomas Mann, in DEATH
IN VENICE, and Henry James, in THE ASPERN PAPERS and
one, THE WINGS OF THE DOVE, which has influenced me,
make Venice the background of love, duplicity and folly.
The extraordinary sea-light and the evanescent mists
convey a shifting quality which reflects the moral ambiguity
of their characters and the prevalence of loss in human
relationship. (Perhaps this is why it also prompts thoughts
of murder: Shakespeare's OTHELLO; Donna Leon; Michael
Dibdin.) Hemingway's ACROSS THE RIVER AND INTO THE TREES
is another Venice novel which deals with loss - the
hero comes there to die but first to revisit the place
and persons he has learned to love there. Love and death,
the themes of my own book, are the two major preoccupations
of literature and find objective resonance in the atmosphere
of Venice.
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But no writer would be without
writers on the city itself. The greatest is Ruskin,
but only a well-muscled fanatic would cart his STONES
OF VENICE there. Better take Sarah Quill's THE STONES
REVISITED a digest of Ruskin's Venice with stunning
photographs. For expertise my twin bibles are John Julius
Norwich's erudite HISTORY OF VENICE and Jan Morris's
elegant VENICE. I don't know if it was the inimitable
Joe Links who said that you shouldn't have a guidebook
in Venice because it is important to be lost there,
but his VENICE FOR PLEASURE is an eccentric unguidebookish
guide. For me, though, there is no substitute for Hugh
Honour's VENICE, which combines aesthetic taste with
digestible scholarly detail. If I packed nothing else
to go to Venice I would always take my Honour.
Salley Vickers © 2001
This originally appeared on BOL.com
Further Reading
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Fiction:
ACROSS
THE RIVER AND INTO THE TREES Hemingway (Penguin)
THE
WINGS OF THE DOVE Henry James
THE
ASPERN PAPERS Henry James (Penguin)
DEATH
IN VENICE Thomas Mann (Penguin)
EUSTACE
AND HILDA L.P.Hartley
Non Fiction:
THE
STONES REVISITED (Ashgate) Sarah Quill
HISTORY
OF VENICE (Penguin) John Julius Norwich
THE
COMPANION GUIDE TO VENICE Hugh Honour
VENICE
FOR PLEASURE (Pallas Athene) Joe Links
VENICE
OBSERVED Mary McCarthy
VENICE
(Faber) Jan Morris