Choosing this to read rn was 100% due to my recent coverage of it in the latest Tantalizing Tales column reminding me that it’s a manageably quick, grown-up read. Which is just what I need while my doctors puzzle out what’s been keeping me sick since mid-January, with only occasional bursts of energy that would allow me to resume my normal lifestyle for, at most, four days at a time before coming down with flu-like symptoms all over again (and as I’m currently suffering now.)
It certainly hasn’t been due to travel, as my doctors have inquired of me. All the far-flung climes that I’ve enjoyed since last spring have been visited entirely through books or televised sports. That desire for what seems exotic to me, and my need for something short — as well as a nostalgia for a city that I haven’t visited in several decades — nudged me to read this novella of picking up the pieces when everything you thought you wanted collapses around you.
I’m just going to crib myself for the next bit of description, if you don’t mind (I am a little sick after all; insert Karen from Mean Girls cough here.)
“Our protagonist Paul has spent months planning the perfect romantic holiday in Venice. He’s thus completely blindsided when his marriage of five years abruptly unravels, leaving him heartbroken and alone.
“Hoping that a change of scenery will help heal at least a little of his heartbreak, he decides to take the Venice trip by himself. Soon after arriving, he notices a small, scruffy dog trotting alongside a canal, with all the self-assurance that he himself lacks. When their paths cross again, Paul decides to follow the little dog, in hopes of gaining some insight into the creature’s confident self-sufficiency.
“As Paul journeys amidst the sights, sounds, food and people of Venice, he begins to discover connections that he never thought possible, whether to a dog, a city or — perhaps most importantly — to himself.”








