The Lost Diary of Venice
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
Two impossible love stories are fatefully connected by one artistic legacy in a stunning debut that leaps between the mysteries of late-Renaissance Venice and the dramas of present-day America.
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Two impossible love stories are fatefully connected by one artistic legacy in a stunning debut that leaps between the mysteries of late-Renaissance Venice and the dramas of present-day America.Enchanting from the first page. Sarah Jio, New York Times bestselling author of All the Flowers in Paris
In the wake of her father s death, Rose Newlin finds solace in her work as a book restorer. Then, one rainy Connecticut afternoon, a struggling painter appears at her door. William Lomazzo brings with him a sixteenth-century treatise on art, which Rose quickly identifies as a palimpsest: a document written over a hidden diary that had purposely been scraped away. Yet the restoration sparks an unforeseen challenge when William a married man and Rose experience an instant, unspoken attraction.
Five centuries earlier, Renaissance-era Venetians find themselves at the mercy of an encroaching Ottoman fleet preparing for a bloody war. Giovanni Lomazzo, a portrait artist grappling with tragedy, discovers that his vision is fading with each passing day. Facing the possibility of a completely dark world, Gio begins to document his every encounter, including what may be his final artistic feat: a commission to paint the enchanting courtesan of one of Venice s most powerful military commanders. Soon, however, Gio finds himself enraptured by a magnificent forbidden love.
Spellbound by Gio s revelations, Rose and William are soon forced to confront the reality of their own mystifying connection.
A richly detailed page-turner shadowed by one of history s darkest times, The Lost Diary of Venice weaves a heartbreakingly vivid portrait of two vastly different worlds and two tales of entrancing, unrelenting love.
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1Time had begun to loop in on itself. Rose Newlin realized this one day, on her bike ride to work, when she looked up and noted with some surprise that the red maple trees had budded. Her routine had become so fixed, so circular, that only the seasons seemed to change. First, always, came a bike ride. The wind pinked her cheeks and tugged a few curls loose from under her helmet as she wound her way through the university campus to her bookshop. Then, a quick walk to the café on the corner, with its familiar scent of roasting coffee beans. The barista there wore button-up shirts and had small tattoos on each of his fingers: an arrow, a compass, the figure-eight of eternity. Slender tips of more ink peeked out from under his cuffs.
Good morning, Rose.
Good morning, Joel. Latte for me, thanks. She always gave her order, even though they both knew what it d be.
Afterward, strolling back to the shop, she watched fragments of herself slip past in store windows: auburn hair twisted up in a knot, rangy frame she could never seem to add any muscle to. Faded jeans and her favorite knit sweater, a lightweight parka thrown on top. She reminded herself to work on her posture. Her eyes flashed back at her from the glare of glass, green flecked with gold. In certain lights their color seemed to change, tilting blue or nearly gray. Her father had called them labradorite eyes, after the gemstone.
Rose focused on the cracks in the sidewalk. She didn t need to think about him today.
She reached the shop then and unlocked the door, flipped the sign to open. Though she d owned the place for two years, each time she stepped inside she still felt a swell of contentment, like a farmer taking in his crops at dusk. This parcel of life, this here, is mine and mine alone. She d decorated the space carefully, filling each nook with well-padded reading chairs and antique lamps. A few months after she d opened, a stray tomcat had arrived on the doorstep to complete the
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picture. Black and stocky with one eye gone, he d claimed the burgundy chair by the front window as his own.
Wake up, Odin!
At his name, the cat jumped from his perch and padded over to rub a cheek against her calf. His empty socket was a tight-screwed slash of puckered fur, and when he closed his eyes it was hard to say which was missing. Rose bent to give him his morning scratches. She filled his food and water bowls, then took her seat at the register. Odin leapt to join her, circling several times in her lap before settling down, paws tucked under his chest. The hours passed in a sorting of bills and a shuffle of patrons, an occasional shift of position. Outside, it began to mist, draping a delicate silver beading over the windows, the cars parked outside. A hush settled through the shop. Rose s bun slid loose; even the sturdiest elastic proved futile against her hair, thick and coarse as a horse s mane.
Then the clank of the heater, the creak of the door.
Later, she d research what had happened to her. She d learn about the scientific intricacies of attraction, the complex chain of chemicals that flood the prefrontal cortex. She d underline with blue ink a scholarly article on the way synapses and neurons firework the brain, inundating the mind with dopamine. How norepinephrine, a neurotransmitter, dries the mouth, shakes the hands, pumps the heart. How the body experiences obsessional thought patterns and cravings.
None of that could help her in the moment, though, as she floundered: half-standing then sitting again, frantically twisting her bun back in place as the man at the door made his way toward her. He wore a red flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a black quilted vest, droplets of water hovering in constellations across its surface. His dark
Wake up, Odin!
At his name, the cat jumped from his perch and padded over to rub a cheek against her calf. His empty socket was a tight-screwed slash of puckered fur, and when he closed his eyes it was hard to say which was missing. Rose bent to give him his morning scratches. She filled his food and water bowls, then took her seat at the register. Odin leapt to join her, circling several times in her lap before settling down, paws tucked under his chest. The hours passed in a sorting of bills and a shuffle of patrons, an occasional shift of position. Outside, it began to mist, draping a delicate silver beading over the windows, the cars parked outside. A hush settled through the shop. Rose s bun slid loose; even the sturdiest elastic proved futile against her hair, thick and coarse as a horse s mane.
Then the clank of the heater, the creak of the door.
Later, she d research what had happened to her. She d learn about the scientific intricacies of attraction, the complex chain of chemicals that flood the prefrontal cortex. She d underline with blue ink a scholarly article on the way synapses and neurons firework the brain, inundating the mind with dopamine. How norepinephrine, a neurotransmitter, dries the mouth, shakes the hands, pumps the heart. How the body experiences obsessional thought patterns and cravings.
None of that could help her in the moment, though, as she floundered: half-standing then sitting again, frantically twisting her bun back in place as the man at the door made his way toward her. He wore a red flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a black quilted vest, droplets of water hovering in constellations across its surface. His dark
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Autoren-Porträt von Margaux DeRoux
Margaux DeRoux was born in Juneau, Alaska. Before turning to fiction she was a waitress, a teacher, and a marketer. She now lives in California with her husband and daughter.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Margaux DeRoux
- 2021, 352 Seiten, Maße: 12,9 x 20,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Ballantine Books
- ISBN-10: 198481950X
- ISBN-13: 9781984819505
- Erscheinungsdatum: 17.07.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Margaux DeRoux s intoxicating debut has all the elements I crave in a story: forbidden love, a found diary holding mysterious secrets from the past, and oh, the lure of Venice in the time of masquerade balls and courtesans. DeRoux s beautifully told story, with richly woven detail and attention to historical authenticity has all the elements of a book club fave! Sarah Jio, New York Times bestselling author of All the Flowers in ParisDeRoux s thought-provoking debut paints a vivid atmospheric picture of sixteenth-century Venice, seamlessly weaving together two compelling threads of alluring, forbidden love. Jennifer Ryan, bestselling author of The Chilbury Ladies Choir
[A] scintillating debut . . . DeRoux brilliantly evokes the 16th-century Venetian art world. [The Lost Diary of Venice] will satisfy bibliophiles and Renaissance art lovers alike. Publishers Weekly
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