I am a fan of Ackroyd's and was looking forward to this book as a bit of a tangential take on the general history/travelguide book of Venice. I tried hard to lull myself into it - glass of wine, log fire - but to no avail. I grew more and more irritated by the author's stream of consciousness approach in a series of insubstantial and unsubstantiated string of essays which seem to have bypassed any editor - or maybe the editor had just gone into a coma by this stage and thought anything by Ackroyd was sure to sell, so why bother. Any chance of a refund?
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