Ich war schon zwei Mal in Venedig und mag die Stadt sehr. Leider lernt man sie im Buch nicht wirklich kennen. Es werden zwar laufend Straßennamen oder Kirchen erwähnt, aber nichts darüber erzählt, nichts vom Flair rübergebracht. Außer dass die Straßen an Karneval voll von Touristen sind. Am Ende ...
Death in a Serene City is the first book of the Urbino Macintyre mystery series by Edward Sklepowich. The story is set in Venice Italy during the weeks prior to carnevale in 1987. A wide variety of characters are introduced: a washerwoman, a hunchback, a priest, a countess, writers and artists. N...
Took much too long to get to a disappointing denouement. I did enjoy the characters for the most part, but I wished they weren't so introspective and cautious. If everyone had been a little more forthright, we could have settled all this in half the pages. (When I enjoy a book, I don't care how l...
Reluctantly investigating a series of threats made against the charismatic Barone Casarotto-Re as a means of fulfilling a personal favor, Urbino Macintyre is challenged to remain unbiased when the barone becomes the major suspect in a murder.
When the self-proclaimed illegitimate daughter of a Venetian aristocrat turns up dead in the Grand Canal, an expatriate American author explores the Venetian art world in an attempt to clear his name, and uncovers decadence and deceit. Reprint. PW.
I raced through this book and couldn't put it down. This is the 5th book in Edward Sklepowich's mystery series set in Venice, starring Urbino McIntyre and the Contessa da Capo-Zendrini...and it's certainly the best book yet. A November storm traps the Contessa and her guests in her palazzo for a ...
was the first thing Rebecca said. “First Marino is attacked. Now Barbara’s boatman has been murdered and Habib is arrested!” “Everything seems to be falling apart. Marino’s still unconscious. No one knows what’s happened except that his shop was broken into. As for Habib, he was in the wrong plac...
‘But I’m enjoyin’ myself.’ The two men were walking on the wooden planks set up beneath the Basilica. All around them – and at other points in the Piazza San Marco, the Piazzetta, and the Molo – there was water, in some places almost a foot high, much higher than it had been last night. The rains...
He had been worried that he would fall sick. Illness was something that preoccupied him even though he enjoyed remarkably good health, except for the embarrassment of his gout. He was in the habit of going up to the altana some mornings with his coffee, a book, and his thoughts, and he had hoped ...