After giving up on Un Lun Dun, I wanted to read a book that I knew was good. I read Death in Venice when I was in college for a class called something like Myth and the Modern Novel. I really, really enjoyed it, and I remember it as one of my favorite assigned books. Except now, fourteen or fifteen years later, I don’t like it half as much as I did then. I was distracted by the admiration bordering on pedophilia, and I simply didn’t enjoy it. I’m not sure why my opinion has changed so much since then.
Somehow, over the years, I’d conflated Death in Venice and Daisy Miller. Or I thought Death in Venice was Daisy Miller, though that’s certainly not the case. It’s about an author who works very hard and adheres to a strict schedule, achieving hard work through skilled effort. He decides to take a vacation to Venice, where he indulges in the scenery and the city – and in watching a young boy he compares to a god. Apollonian versus Dionysian, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Maybe I would have liked this book more if echoes of college classes hadn’t bouncing around in my head. Or maybe I just don’t like books like that anymore. If it hadn’t been so short, I’m not sure I would have finished it because it isn’t very interesting. What’s funny is that I’m almost disappointed with myself for disliking it this time around when I know that it’s well-written and that I’m supposed to like it. But alas.
So. During the couple of days while I read Death in Venice, Things Happened! First, we ordered a fancy new refrigerator, which is scheduled for delivery tomorrow!
We also got a new front door! Progress!
We still have to put on another coat of red and repaint the trim (and straighten the handle. UGH), but I’m soooo happy with the results so far!