This was a very thoughtful gift by my
best-friend’s mother, after I had taken her daughter to Venice (she was actually
keen on visiting every church, unlike the girl I had previously taken) and
right before I left for Canada (again, with her daughter seeing me off at the
airport with my parents).
Fruttero & Lucentini were not the greatest
Italian writers of the 20th century, but for anyone who loves Turin
and/or Venice their books are endearing to say the least. In addition to that, L’Amante Senza Fissa Dimora borrows
heavily from the Jewish milieu and tradition, making it a sure sell with me. The
love story is sweet, the switching viewpoints kind of neat (and again made me
wonder whether Fruttero was writing one and Lucentini the other) and most of
all the fact that I knew who Fugger was made me feel incredibly smug (more so
than the usual, if at all possible).
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