A Sense of Place

A Long Day in Venice by Abel Posse

The first English translation of Vivir Venecia, a memoir by the Argentine living classic Abel Posse.

Novelist, essayist, poet, career diplomat and politician, Posse has written fourteen novels (including the much-acclaimed Daimón and The Dogs of Paradise), seven collections of essays, an extensive journalistic work, numerous short stories and poems.

In A Long Day in Venice, Posse recounts with nostalgia, lucidity and passion his six years spent as a “consul in exile” in the most unusual city on earth. Diplomacy, politics, writing, public and private life, encounters with Jorge Luis Borges, Ernesto Sábato, Abelardo Arias, Alejo Carpentier, Alberto Moravia, Joseph Brodsky and other writers and artists, with Venice as a dazzling backdrop…

In Love with Paris by Gérard Ramon

“With my drawings, I would like to invite you to walk with me along the river, to stride across its bridges, to sit on the terrace of a Paris bistro and watch the world go by, to discover or rediscover the city through the eyes of a Parisian. I tried to capture this mysterious “air de Paris”, this “je ne sais quoi” that makes Paris so different from any other city in the world. I didn’t think it possible, but with every new drawing, I was falling deeper and deeper in love with her, and I hope that you will, too.” —Gérard Ramon

Silk for the Feed Dogs by Jackie Mallon

“Summer and winter in Milan were as precisely defined as countries with different customs. In the summer, everyone came into the streets to look and be looked at, exhibitionistic in bright colours, black banished by all but the diehard fashion intelligentsia. Everyone moved hazily, the chaos of the city muffled as if by a big, overstuffed pillow. At aperitivo hour, ragazzi sipping foliage-sprouting cocktails spilled from the glitziest locales. Love at first sight struck left and right. The festivities slid into late-night round-tabled al fresco banquets with everyone talking at once. The Milanesi stormed the beaches at the weekend to tan the bodies they would flaunt the following week, and suffered the dreaded Sunday evening’s rientro, jammed for hours in motorway traffic.” —Jackie Mallon, from Silk for the Feed Dogs

The Last Island by David Hogan

“Surrounding me now in varying shades of gray were the bare mountain, towering majestically with a fire sparkling red and yellow; a half circle of lush colorless pines, bushes and shrubs fencing the cove and forming, at the entrance, the black tunnel to another world; the wet expanse extending from the dock and stretching to the curved horizon.  In the softness of the elapsed dusk with the low angle moonlight glancing in, the cove seemed the fountainhead of all the dark waters of the sea, nothing less than the sustaining and nourishing womb of all the earth’s oceans.” —David Hogan, from The Last Island

They All Fall Down by Kim Hood

“Kim Hood writes unflinchingly and in searing prose of this unforgettable horror… […] The author also touches on the failure of humanity in Rwanda. The failure of the wholly inadequate reactions of the international humanitarian organizations and foreign governments. For the haunted survivors, it is as the narrator Marlow remarks in Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness: ‘It was not my strength that needed nursing, it was my imagination that wanted soothing.‘” ~Marvin Minkler of Modern First Editions