On Saturday afternoon, Bobo and Bianca Martina are in Venice on a crowded vaporetto water bus, both of them forced into polite contact by a multitude of goggle-eyed tourists speaking at least ten different languages. Every so often, a steel rod emerges overhead. It’s as if it’s a submarine’s periscope. At the top at its end, there’s a smartphone fixed onto it, with clicks coming out of it thick and fast like bullets from a machine g*n. It gives out an array of selfies, which can be immediately posted on some social media or sent to friends.
vaporetto Bobo and Bianca Martina are going to the Acqua Alta bookshop. Today, Andrea will be presenting the novel of a noir writer.
noir Since they got together, they’d almost always spend weekends away from the city they needed to escape from.
