November. In damp, foggy Venice, fate brings together two people: Mr. Silvero, an exhausted guide who has been worn down over the years, and an unnamed heroine—a young, wealthy aristocrat searching for old paintings for auction sales. Age and social standing keep them apart, but nothing prevents a turbulent romance from igniting. And yet this is not merely a love story: a mystery connected to Silvero will not let the heroine go. His staggering erudition and an almost supernatural sense of the city make one suspect that he has lived more than one life—and that his past and present echo the biblical legend of Ahasverus—the eternal wanderer. So who, in fact, is Mr. Silvero?
The novel is written in a finely intelligent style, which critics compared to “a Wagnerian motif played with Mozart’s hands.” With the virtuosity that is characteristic of them, the authors paint a world of tourists and aristocracy, assembling from it “an engaging cross-section of humanity.” In genre, it can be called a detective story—without murders, but with a painting substitution carried out to deceive customs; however, the investigation leads not so much to uncovering the scam as to deciphering a person’s identity.
A vivid novel that will make you want to buy a ticket to Venice right away.