Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi - Geoff Dyer

Well, well. What a confounded strange novel this is. It features two consecutive narratives, related to one other by imagery but not narratively. The first is a lively satire of the Venice Biennale that comes across as a bawdier version of Lodge’s Small World. The second is more serious and much duller.

The whole strange contraption goes on too long despite the odd zinger to keep you awake:

“Thought for the week...art world, music business. What does that tell us?”