In her taut and mesmerizing follow up to Tangerine, the preternaturally gifted Christine Mangan plunges us into another exotic and bewitchingly rendered locale, this time Venice off-season, moody and damp, where well-known novelist Frankie Croy has gone to escape dark memories. Instead, a surprise entanglement with a mysterious young woman sets Frankie on edge, threatening to unravel her already precarious mental state. Voluptuously atmospheric and surefooted at every turn, Palace of the Drowned more than delivers on the promise of Mangan's debut, and firmly establishes her as a writer of consequence
A malice-infused mystery. When you learn the truth at the end, you'll want to go back and rethink everything you read before
Venice in winter - all dank, smelly canals and swirling fog. Lovely stuff. A boisterously melodramatic climax
A delightfully seductive dance of yearning and suspicion, where the old is always on notice that it must at some point make way for the new.