Any book about Venice attracts me. Without reading the one other review, I have to say that the publisher who told Begley he had the kernel of a book (after reading paper he, Begley, presented at a Venice preservation symposium)may not have gotten what he hoped for.
First, high marks for the first vignette about food and the chefs by his French wife ( and for the translator.) They should have had her write the whole book. While smacking of one-upmanship [really, how many of us have spent the last twenty years spending a month every year in Venice at a hotel (even a small hotel,) eating most of our meals at certain eating places {some grand, others modest} and developing personal relationships with the owners and or maitre d's?,] it was, nevertheless fun. As a food lover as well as Venice lover, it worked for me , no little of which was due to the nice writing style.
The second piece, a short story by Begley, crashes on the shore. A big let down after the first gem. Perhaps it is in tune with the times - a la some (The) New Yorker prose these days, but it wouldn't or shouldn't win Second Prize in the Prima Short Story Contest. Stoopid.
Then the last (third) piece [from his talk, one presumes.] It just seemed rather pointless or at best a stretch. Sure, three great writers used Venice as a backdrop in their stories, but it seems unlikely that a doctoral dissertion advisor would ever encourage his charge to consider this a serious project. It's more a throw away junket that might appeal to the gathering at the "Save Venice" or whatever group he addressed. Boring? Perhaps. Interesting? Not to this reader.
Bring on some more stories, books by the wife!!!