Venice's bookshops face closure - here is a possible solution...

A Solution for the Bookshops of Venice - by Robin Saikia - 14 April 2013

Last Friday over 100 influential writers gathered in Venice to discuss the crisis facing the city's bookshops. The meeting took place, appropriately, in the Sansovino Library at San Marco, symbol of Venice's centuries-old literary culture. The agenda was simple enough. Of the city's 35 bookshops, 14 have been forced to close because of astronomic rents - the premises will ultimately become home to yet more shops selling cheap souvenirs. Either that, or we'll see yet more expensive bars and restaurants. Of the 21 bookshops that remain, 2 are in danger of immediate closure and for the others, the writing will be on the wall soon enough.

Various solutions have been proposed, none of them straightforward. There is the possibility of instituting rent control and applying for government subsidy - difficult to create and sustain in a country already riddled with bureaucracy. There have also been suggestions of a quick fix that would enable book dealers to set up temporary stands in public spaces such as the colonnades of the Palazzo Ducale.

But how about a permanent solution, one that would be commmercially viable and appeal both to private sponsors - such as Prada or Benetton - to the Comune and to central government?

Back in Britain, in the Sixties, the British entrepreneur Bennie Gray invented the concept of the indoor antique market. Over the last fifty years he has converted several large buildings in the city into retail space for hundreds of dealers. Each dealer pays a reasonably weekly license fee for a retail unit in the building. Units range in size from 6 to 60 square meters. The weekly license fee is a quarter - or less - of what dealers would have to pay if they were to rent a conventional shop. The antique markets, housing a rich variety of dealers, have become iconic destinations in London. The idea has been much replicated by successive generations of entrepreneurs - with great success - in other cities throughout Britain.

Why not apply the same principle here in Venice, and convert a large space in the Arsenale - or a similar location - into a home for booksellers, antquarian book dealers, bookbinders and printers, not only from Venice but from all over Italy? In addition to the retail units there might be exhibition spaces, a small museum - and a number of bars and restaurants run by Venetian operators serving good Venetian food and wine. The project could be owned and managed by the Comune in partnership with a consortium of private and corporate backers. It would be completely in harmony with the spirit that has informed the Biennale since the end of the 19th century. The book centre would be, in effect, an additional pavilion (padiglione)  - and also serve as a lasting, contemporary celebration of Venice's literary heritage. Finally, if properly managed, it could turn out to be that rare thing - a social enterprise that makes money for its private backers and swiftly repays any government grants.

If you wish to help take this idea further, please email me at robin@robinsaikia.com.

Robin Saikia is a British author living in Venice. His books include The Venice Lido (Blue Guides), Blue Guide Literary Companion London (Blue Guides), Blue Guide Italy Food Companion (Blue Guides), Blue Guide Hay-on-Wye (Blue Guides), The Red Book - the Membership List of the Right Club, 1939 (Foxley Books). He is currently completing his latest book, Venice 1912 - 1947; Impressions of a City in Peace and War.

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Robin Saikia's 10 Things to Do on the Venice Lido

My latest book, The Venice Lido, is out now, published by Blue Guides. I've visited the Lido regularly for over thirty years. The book is a celebration of its spellbinding history and enduring charm - and of the considerable amount of fun that can be had here. Here is my personal list of '10 Things to Do' on the Lido which I hope you will find useful and inspiring. The annotated google map on the right contains a list of sites that are either mentioned in the book or that I've enjoyed and can personally recommend. The eleventh thing to do would be to buy my book which, I am told, is rapidly becoming the beach book of choice this summer. I am always interested to hear about good or bad experiences on the Lido - restaurants, bars, nightclubs, sites of historical interest, exhibitions, concerts. I can be reached by email: robin@robinsaikia.com. 

1. The Beach: The Lido has always been celebrated as a retreat from the sometimes over insistent beauties of Venice. As the the English sculptor Lord Ronald Gower put it, ‘When jaded with too much sight-seeing, one gets a longing for unadorned nature; then how easy to cross to the Lido, and to follow the tide for miles along those sands on which Byron loved to ride..." Though there are rather fewer instances of unadorned nature than there were in Gower's day, the Lido's beaches have considerable charm (and have been awarded the all-important Blue Flag). There are number of ways of enjoying them, all depending on budget and personal taste. The sybaritic option is to buy a non-resident's day pass to the Hotel Excelsior's private beach. Prices range from 100 Euros for a sunbed and parasols for two people to several hundred Euros for the use of a capanna, one of the distinctive beach cabins. A more economical option is a day pass to one of the public beaches. Again, as with the Excelsior, there are various facilities available ranging from a simple sunbed and parasol to lockable changing rooms and mini cabins. The Blue Moon (see map) is a particularly enjoyable beach complex. For cheap and cheerful  self service meals (see map) on the beach, look out for Il Reef Bar, the Beach Pagoda and the Beach Rotonda Lounge. See the map for a regularly updated overview of the best venues. 

2. Children: The Tennis Club Ca del Moro (see map) is an ideal place to take a lively young family that may have grown a little bored with the cultural rigours of Venice. There are indoor and outdoor tennis courts, a swimming pool, barbecues and many other sports facilities. See map for further details of other attractive sports of child-friendly venues including riding stables, sub-aqua, shooting, the Dingo cat's home (you may visit and adopt a cat - though you need not take it home with you) and the Planetarium. See also my article in the Guardian for a few ideas about how to entertain children in Venice. Remember that on the Lido the sea is warm, shallow, safe and for the most part unplagued by jellyfish - a paradise, therefore, for children of all ages.

3. Cycling: Your Lido hotel may have in-house bicycles for hire. Failing that, there are several bikes-for-hire shops near the vaporetto station and on the Gran Viale S M Elisabetta. A good site for cyclists is www.lidoonbike.it.  Destinations: the Pineta degli Alberoni - the pine forests of Alberoni - are a protected nature reserve at the southern tip of the Lido. The forest blends gently into the dunes of the Alberoni beach, as do a small but significant cluster of gay tourists and naturists in high season. You can take the ferry over to Pellestrina and head as far south as Chioggia, though this requires considerable stamina. Another option is to hire a motorbike and tear around the Lido pretending you're Johnny Hallyday - this is a less exhausting and somewhat more glamorous option than cycling. 

4. Golf: Afternoon tea, lunch or dinner at the historic Circolo Golf Venezia, the Lido's golf club at Alberoni,  is a delightful experience, whether or not you are a golfer.  The agreeable club house has photos of the club's illustrious patrons over the years - Henry Cotton, Bing Crosby, the Duke of Winsdor - and cases full of tarnished trophies. For golfers, the 18-hole course is one of the most interesting (and, with its views of the Adriatic, picturesque) in Europe. It's worth taking up golf just to enjoy the view. See www.circologolfvenezia.it for details of the various golf packages on offer. See this excerpt from The Venice Lido for an account of Hitler's visit to the golf club during which a Jewish pastry chef memorably poisoned the coffee.

5. Flying: The Aeroporto Nicelli, home to Venice's flying club. Transfers to the Lido from Marco Polo airport to the Lido can be arranged, though this is, perhaps, something of an indulgence. It is possible to book 30-minute helicopter flights over Venice or to take lessons in parachuting. There has been a landing strip on this site since before the first world war, though the present art deco building, recently restored, dates from the Thirties. During the first world war Venice was under threat from aerial bombardment by Austria and was the HQ of Venice's heroic 87th Air Squadron, commanded for a time by the poet Gabriele D'Annunzio, a few of whose wartime exploits are recorded in The Venice Lido. The bar and restaurant of the Nicelli are excellent. It is a popular venue for classical concerts. The club can be hired for parties and receptions of all kinds.

6. Self Indulgence: Spend the afternoon enjoying a luxurious 100-minute Thai detox massage at the Wellness Spa of the Grande Albergo Hungaria Ausonia on the Gran Viale. It is tempting subsequently to undo the good work by consuming a bottle of champagne in the hotel's elegant bar or gardens. Sometimes the pool is open to non residents - call in and ask the concierge. The somewhat louche photograph of me at the top of the page was taken on the private jetty of the Hotel Villa Mabapa on the Riva San Nicolo at the northern end of the Lido towards the church of San Nicolo. The garden bar and restaurant of the Villa Mabapa are pretty - a good strategy here is to order prosecco before dinner and consume it on the jetty while watching the sun set over Venice and the Euganean hills. Venetian sunsets are celebrated in my book - and have been warmly celebrated over the years by a number of distinguished tourists including Byron, Shelley, Housman, Wagner and Lord Ronald Gower. The Excelsior and the soon to be reopened Hotel des Bains are agreeable venues for afternoon tea and drinks. Club 22 at 22 Lungomare Marconi is my nightclub of choice. Dine at the unassuming but unimpeachable Tavernetta in the Via Morosini.
7. Cemeteries: Visit the extremely beautiful ancient and modern Jewish cemeteries on Via Cipro at the northern end of the Lido. The modern cemetery is open daily to the public, as is the Catholic cemetery adjoining it. The ancient cemetery is viewable by appointment only - tours are conducted by Aldo Izzo, the charming head of public relations for the Jewish community in Venice. There is a charge for these tours - the proceeds go towards the ongoing restoration of the monuments - and it is a source of considerable satisfaction to me that last year the only people to get in for free were me and Barbra Streisand. See their website for details of opening hours and of how to book tours. A chapter of The Venice Lido charts the troubled history of the Jews in Venice, the Nazi occupation and the history of the cemeteries. In Judaism cemeteries are referred to euphemistically as 'houses of the living' - this is an apt term, since the beauty of the Lido cemeteries and of their memorials is an undeniably moving and revitalising experience.
8. Picnics: There is a book yet to be written with the slender budget in mind, The Great Supermarkets of Venice and the Veneto. Stock up with food and wine at the Billa supermarket on the Gran Viale S M Elisabetta. Go early in the morning to avoid queues, or visit an off-the-beaten-track supermarket such as the Co-op marked on the map. The Venice Lido explores the history of the Lido as a bathing resort, beginning with the Luni de Lio ('Lido Mondays') of the early nineteenth century, when Venetians would visit the Lido every week to walk, picnic, bathe and flirt. The Lido was regularly visited by a number of distinguished tourists, all of whom loved to spend time unwinding in a variety of different ways on the beach. These included Lord Byron, Henry James, A E Housman, Winston Churchill, Cardinal Pietro La Fontaine, Oswald Mosley and the Duke of Windsor.

9. Churches and Museums: Visit the church of San Nicolo al Lido, for centuries an important focal point in the religious and ceremonial life of Venice (see map). There was a banquet here every year following the sposalizio, the ceremonial 'marriage' of the Doge of Venice to the Adriatic. After the banquet, the merchant ships would set sail for the east and the spire of San Nicolo would be the last Venetian landmark seen by sailors at the outset of their voyage (a chapter of The Venice Lido explores the history of the sposalizio and the role played by the Lido as a backdrop for full-scale ceremonial and celebration of this kind). There are spectacular 17th century choir stalls carved in walnut. Other religious sites include the Tempio Votivo (the war memorial, the imposing copper-domed edifice near the vaporetto station), Santa Maria Elisabetta and Santa Maria Assunta (Malamocco). See map for museums and other sites of cultural interest, including the museum of Malamocco that has a permanent exhibition devoted to various aspects of the Lido's history.

10. Lido Architecture: The Comune di Venezia has published a useful and everexpanding online list of important buildings on the Lido, with maps, photographs and plans together with biographies of the architects, designers and patrons. The site is of enormous use for planning ‘Liberty’ walking tours of the Lido. Most structures listed, with the exception of the hotels and civic buildings, are closed to the public, though their façades and gardens are for the most part easily visible from the street. Doors, gateways, cornices, even bell-plates and post-boxes, are often textbook examples of Art Deco and Art Nouveau styling and design. ‘Liberty’ is the wholly inadequate catch-all term used in Italy to describe the hotels and villas built by architects and their patrons from the beginning of the 20th century. Owing little if anything to the influential English designer Arthur Lasenby Liberty, from whom the name is taken, they are exuberant fusions of a great many styles: northern European Art Deco, Veneto-Byzantine-Moorish revivalism, Rationalism humorously tempered by Art Nouveau flourishes. There are, on the Lido, curiosities that elude classification. One such is a hotel, the Albergo alle Quattro Fontane at Via Quattro Fontane 16, a pleasing extravaganza that resembles a cuckoo clock designed by a mad Viennese Secessionist. A chapter in The Venice Lido celebrates the foundation of the grand hotels and the dramatic spate of building and design that took place on the Lido from the mid-nineteenth century onwards.

William Ellis - The Movie

Who's been a bad lad, then? I think we'd better confiscate
his Travel Pass...."

Please humour me for a minute or so. Later you'll see why. Stand in front of your mirror, imagine you're a policeman and say, in the most menacing tone you can manage, "I'll confiscate your Travel Pass." Give it some real film noir, hard copper/villain darkness and depth. Think John Thaw in The Sweeney, Vinnie Jones in Lock, Stock or Arnold Schwarzenneger in Terminator. It doesn't work, does it? "I'll confiscate your Travel Pass..." is simply not an utterance likely to awaken any serious level of respect in the miscreant to whom it is addressed.  No doubt John, Vinnie or Arnie could make a much better job of it than you or me, but the end result would probably be comical. I've kicked off on a cinematic note because fur and feathers are flying as a result of a report in the Ham & High about my intention to film the bad behaviour of secondary school pupils at William Ellis, Parliament Hill and La Sainte Union schools (see last week's blog post below). Starting this term, I propose to film instances of littering, swearing, drunkeness, intimidation and violence by local pupils. When the footage is in the can, I intend to post it on the internet in a bid to highlight and thereby, eventually, eliminate the problem. My hope is that others throughout the UK will follow my example, since anti-social bahaviour in secondary schools is a nationwide problem and one which, it seems, is very nearly beyond the power of the appropriate authorities to address, albeit through no fault of their own. My "Film-a-Thug" project may or may not take off. Let's see. Send your footage to robin@robinsaikia.com.

In the meantime Fiona Millar, Chair of Governors at William Ellis School and wife of spin-guru Alastair Campbell, was less than pleased by my proposal to film her unruly pupils. She said (Ham & High, 28/4/2011): "It is completely inappropriate for any member of the public to film pupils under the age of 16 without their or their parents' consent  We believe most of our parents would be very concerned by this type of behaviour."

My behaviour?!

What about the behaviour of her pupils? And what about the fact that many local residents, among them the elderly and vulnerable, are, to borrow her words, "very concerned" and, in some cases, downright terrified by it?  And what are school governors, teachers, parents - and now the police  - going to do about it?

Well, there's not a lot that can be done. I have received a pleasant letter from Sgt Jeff Williams of the Metropolitan Police who is on the Highgate Safer Neighbourhoods Panel. In my view, Jeff and his colleagues have a near-impossible job, given the extent to which the fashion for political correctness, committee work and community liason impedes or prevents any truly effective attempts to restore law and order. He pointed out that while I am free to film in a public place, it might upset the children and provoke a "negative reaction". He also said that there were a number of initiatives in place to combat anti-social behaviour. For example, pupils on buses who terrorise their fellow passengers run the risk of having their Free Travel Passes confiscated. As to the litter, the wasteland of beer bottles and pizza cartons, I heard from Richard Gentry of the Hampstead Heath Constabulary, another outfit burdened, in my view, with a near-impossible job. Richard acknowledged the problem, reminding me that prominent, bright-yellow bins have been introduced in an attempt to minimise littering. 

So that's it. In a heroic and endearingly British attempt at compromise and fair play, we punish hooligans by confiscating their bus passes. We pander to the brain-dead morons who litter our parks and open spaces by supplying them with strident eyesores in the form of bright-yellow dustbins. We set up committees, we draft policies, we continually strive to appease and protect the very people who are making our lives a living hell. And now a seasoned and normally ultra-tolerant old Leftie like me, who should be able to enjoy a nice middle-aged stroll on a peaceful Hampstead Heath, is reduced to dusting off the Super 8 and making grainy cinéma vérité in a bid to curb the antics of gangs of naughty children. These children - in a just world - should be disciplined by their teachers and parents, not allowed to become yet another drain on an already overburdened and underesourced police force. Jill Hislop, head teacher of William Ellis, and Fiona Millar, the Chair of Governors have both criticised me and my partner Vicki Carpenter for making "unsubstantiated" and "general" claims to the press. General? Unsubstantiated? There is nothing more specific and verifiable than the behaviour of these children on and around the Heath after school. Go and see for yourself how unsubstantiated my claims are.

William Ellis - one of the worst schools in London?

The litter-strewn wasteland to your right is a section of Hampstead Heath in London that is repeatedly abused by pupils of William Ellis, a comic-book comprehensive school notorious as much for its lack of discipline as for the bright and ludicrously unrealistic picture it paints of itself on its website. Below is a letter of complaint, very moderate in my view, written to the head teacher Jill Hislop by my partner Vicki Carpenter. I am the friend to whom Vicki refers and the world-weary seven-year-old is one of my sons. It is certainly true that the unlovely Ellis louts routinely terrorize each other and the residents of Hampstead and Highgate. My children and those of many others in the area are frightened of these yobs. Elderly people, too, are at risk, not to mention the shopkeepers and restaurateurs to whom Vicki refers. It's about time something was done about this and that the head teacher and governors stop fobbing people off with anodyne excuses. And if Jill Hislop proves incapable of controlling her louts, it might be time for her to give up teaching. If her upbeat introductory letter on the Ellis website is anything to go by, she could always get a job writing spin for Alastair Campbell, whose partner Fiona Millar is Chair of Governors.

Letter to Jill Hislop from Vicki Carpenter

Dear Jill Hislop,

Your introductory letter on the William Ellis website paints an inspiring picture of the ethos of the school and the conduct of your pupils. Sadly this is far from reflected in the behaviour of William Ellis pupils on and around Hampstead Heath.

Recently I accompanied a friend and his two young children on a walk across Hampstead Heath. Unfortunately our outing coincided with the letting out time of your pupils and any hopes of a peaceful stroll were completely squashed. The large grassy area near the tennis courts had been monopolized by your pupils, who were shouting obscenities and behaving in an intimidating manner to each other and to passers-by. The open area near the tennis courts resembled a rubbish dump, littered with beer bottles (many of the pupils were clearly drunk) and pizza cartons. When I remarked on this, my friend’s youngest child (aged 7) shook his head wearily and told me that the Ellis pupils left it like it this every day. Over the road, near Café Mozart and the other restaurants and shops, your pupils were clustered on the pavement shouting and swearing. People trying to relax and enjoy a drink in the sunshine were visibly wincing and shrinking in fear. A local shopkeeper told me that he dreads it when your pupils are on the loose – in the mornings, at lunchtime and at home time – and is seriously considering closing his shop for good. Later, from the window of the C11 bus, I caught sight of an Ellis boy swinging a bicycle chain, surrounded by a gang of admiring younger children.

I suggest that you, as head teacher, are responsible for the behaviour of your charges and that you should put your house in order without further delay. Until you do, the bright and upbeat text on your website will continue to be greeted with skepticism and derision by long-suffering Hampstead and Highgate residents.

Yours sincerely

Vicki Carpenter

Out Soon - The Venice Lido

This book is an unashamedly personal view of the Lido, coloured by my prejudices and enthusiasms. These were kindled when I first came here nearly thirty-five years ago, at the end of a school trip to Venice. We were staying at the Pensione Seguso on Zattere, then a fairly reserved establishment, a favoured retreat of James Lees-Milne. The trip was led by the genial and worldly Drawing Master at Winchester, Grahame Drew. Everyone was to fly back to London except two of us, me and a friend, Oleg de Baikoff, I destined for Athens, he for Vienna. Grahame’s kindly but firm parting shot was memorable. “You’ve one more night at the Seguso. You’ll be absolutely fine so long as you don’t do three things. Avoid them with the ends of several barge poles. Don’t go to Harry’s Bar, don’t drink Grappa – and do not go to the Lido.” Later that night, after martinis at Harry’s, we rolled along the Riva degli Schiavoni and caught the vaporetto to the Lido, clutching our bottles of Grappa. We ended up in the brightest looking bar on the Gran Viale with a gang of friendly young Italians who invited us to a party. We crammed ourselves into their dangerous Fiat and tore off towards the pine forest and beach at Alberoni. There we roasted fish on hot stones and drank wine until dawn, finally falling asleep amid the trees and dunes. I awoke in the blaze and breeze of mid morning, stripped and flung myself into the warm shallows of the Adriatic where, in a specifically spiritual sense, I have remained ever since. This book is an attempt to communicate my boundless love for the Lido and to encourage all its readers to head for its warm and glamorous shores.

The Lido isn’t just about a glamorous past, though this is what I’ve tried to recreate in the book. Go there today and you’ll find it no less colourful and alluring, in or out of season, than it was in Byron’s day. Carpets of shells crunch underfoot; tractors arrive on the beach at dawn to clear away the seaweed, dead fish and crabs; rollers follow them, smoothing the tousled coverlet of sand. Here are the boys who rent out pedalos and sailboards; there go the Dravidian kite-sellers and Nigerian handbag-merchants, patrolling hungrily back and forth along the beach. There are the bronzed lifeguards, the children leaping from piers and pontoons, the artists who colonise the murazzi with their ramshackle driftwood shelters. Away from the beach, along the Gran Viale and in the surrounding streets, there are the Liberty villas, their gates and facades alive with wrought-iron, stone or ceramic lions, lilies, nymphs, tritons, butterflies, dragonflies and spiders, their pilasters, ogee arches, gardens and statuary shaded by palms and cypresses. The capanne, the beach cabins of the Excelsior and the Hotel des Bains, are rented by Italian families who save up for this summer treat, for either the timber cabins favoured at the Excelsior or the straw-topped variety known at the Hotel des Bains as tuculs. There, glamorous old ladies, grandmothers the rest of the year but now self-appointed countesses or film stars for a week, play cards and drink prosecco under the candy-striped awnings. Out of season the hotels remove the straw tops from the tuculs, revealing the naked, skeletal frames beneath. Then, the beach at low tide, strewn with driftwood, is combed by families collecting vongole for lunch, clutching the distinctive bright-yellow plastic bags of the local Billa supermarket. Flocks of goats invade the murazzi; baby flounders are stranded in the shallows; dogs of all shapes and sizes leap and bark for joy along the endless, endless strand in the glassy February sunshine. This is the Lido I love and that I invite the reader to share.

Close Encounters

Corbett: the embodiment of charm

How many chance encounters have you had with famous people? Genuinely chance encounters? I mean bumping into them in supermarkets, pubs or railway stations rather than meeting them at controlled, carefully-planned events such as openings, prizegivings, fetes? What are the odds against bumping into first Ronnie Corbett and then, years later, Robert Morley, outside the very same Duke Street St James's entrance of Fortnum & Mason in Piccadilly, London? Massive I'd have thought, but this is exactly what happened to me. The two men's reactions were markedly different. Corbett was the embodiment of charm, even though the collision was entirely my fault for not looking where I was going. "My dear fellow," he said, clasping both my hands in his. "I'm so terribly sorry!" Morley was a different proposition, very sour about the whole thing, even though it was he not I who had barged carelessly out of F&M. "Whill you look where you're going?" he testily cried (note the 'h'), before pulling a sort of horrified Frankie Howerd-type face at a group of mystified Japanese passers-by. And then there are pubs. Once, some fifteen years ago on a Sunday evening, I called in at The Hour Glass, on the corner of Walton Street and Brompton Road in Knightsbridge. Very quiet, no music, open fire, clock ticking, dusk. That dates it. At a table in the corner near the fire sat a man entirely hidden behind a copy of the Sunday Times. I ordered a whisky and soda and, barbarically, a packet of crisps which I began to try to open, noisily and ineptly. Down came the newspaper - and there, animated by the flickering chiaroscuro of the fire, was the expressionless but terrifying face of Donald Pleasance. I've never to this day messed around with crisps in a quiet pub. Returning to collisions, my son Sebastian (10) is showing some promise, as witnessed by an episode in Tesco in Hampstead a few years ago. He was - I should never have allowed this - tearing around the aisles on a scooter. He ran headlong into a tall, strapping, Teutonic-looking figure who had been carrying (and had now dropped) a case of Evian water. "My dear fellow," I said. "I'm so terribly sorry!"  "No worries! No worries at all!" beamed the big-hearted Arsenal goalkeeper (and now also, I see, film actor), Jens Lehmann. That's about it. "I bet there are some famous people we could bump into in the London Library, dad." says Sebastian, helpfully and hopefully intending to engineer a few memorable collisions. I know what he has in mind. Didier Drogba and John Terry poring over Illustrated London News match reports featuring Stanley Matthews. Cheryl Cole mugging up on the social history of Vaudeville. Lady Gaga feeding her an insistent inner craving for Cicero. We live in hope, but our stack-prowling to date has been to no avail.