I’ve been offered some Air mile tickets, so I’m facing a tough choice. Should I go home to shabby old
Venice or should I try the shiny, new, improved, chlorinated experience that I could get at The Venetian® Macao-Resort-Hotel? Venice
In the Italian version, I’d have to deal with the inevitable transport strike, the staggeringly brief opening hours at offices where I struggle with bureaucracy, even when I wear my special ‘get-things-done-in-Italy’ shirt with its crevasse of a neckline. I won’t be able to see the bottom of the canals for the historic murk – and the surface layer of washing machines tipped in at midnight because not everyone will stoop to a ‘get-things-done-in-Italy’ shirt to have their defunct appliances taken away legally. I’d have to push my way onto the crowded vaporetto to get to the Rialto Market and breathe in air filtered through the armpits of backpackers who deploy their luggage as weapons. I’d have to cower from the lethal old ladies ramming their trolleys into my soft tissue in the supermarket. At midnight, I might have a personal encounter with a rat in my calle. Come the next morning, I’d be trying not to look at the salt efflorescence creeping up my outside wall.
But if I fly off to The Venetian® Macao-Resort-Hotel, I’ll have none of these problems, particularly if I opt for the ‘Shop and Pamper Package’. No backpackers’ armpits in this safely luxurious environment! The rats will be expensive Mickey Mouse figurines. For I’ll be ‘surrounded by the world's finest brands’ as I ‘stroll along winding cobblestone walkways’. When I’ve shopped to dropping point, I can ‘experience a romantic gondola ride’ on the clear swimming-pool blue waters of the San Luca, Marco Polo or Grand Canals and ‘be enthralled by the serenading sounds of the Streetmosphere™ performers and singing gondoliers who transform The Grand Canal Shoppes into the romantic sounds of old world Venice.’ And the
will be conveniently right next to the Campanile, instead of a winding walk through the teeming alleys of real old world Venice. Rialto Bridge
|Photo of The Venetian® Macao-Resort-Hotel from Wikipedia Commons
If it’s a business trip I was planning, the spanking new Venetian® Macao-Resort-Hotel would enliven my corporate jamboree in ways the ancient Adriatic city could never dream of: Bring the Commedia dell’Arte of 18th century
to your event with The Venetian’s exclusive Streetmosphere™ performers! Comprised of outstanding vocal, visual, and musical talents from around the world, the Streetmosphere™ artists perform memorable arias in Italian, English, and even Chinese. It’s the perfect way to make your event a truly Venetian Experience!’ Venice
Alternatively, ‘The Singing Gondoliers will infiltrate and pretend to be part of the event staff… until the hi-jinks begin! Featuring hilarious jokes, interactive humor, and amazing vocal performances by 3 of our finest performers from
London’s West End …’
Of course, real old
Venice has no cobblestones and no gondoliers from London’s West End. Few arias are sung in Chinese along our canals. And Marco Polo is not a waterway but the airport on the mainland. Campo San Luca, when I last looked, didn’t have a canal running through it. All the worse for that, I guess.
Most of all, the real
is not trademarked, so anyone can rip off her image. Yet Venice Macao’s pastiches of the real deploy trademarks to protect themselves from anyone profitting by association. They have commissioned their own logo, which just happens to be of a golden winged lion, symbol of Saint Mark and the real Venice . Venice
A question I’d like to ask The Venetian® Macao-Resort-Hotel is whether it pays any royalties to the real
, while trading off her image? If so, I’ll be happy to hear about it and would bless the organisation for its generosity. I note that the organisation behind this resort, and the one in Las Vegas (The Venetian® Resort-Hotel-Casino) both support local charities. But I could not find any mention of tribute to the visual source of their imagery and romance. Real Venice needs all the help she can get to restore her crumbling fabric, her churches and her canals. If they crumble any more, in fact, they may not be worth ripping off much longer. Venice would not be too proud, I’m sure, to accept a financial acknowledgement of the value of her image from The Venetian® Macao-Resort-Hotel. Venice
I don’t want to bring the History Girls into disrepute for infringing anyone’s trademark or criticising anyone's business. But here’s a link to a video about The Venetian® Macao-Resort-Hotel so readers of this blog can make up their own minds.
Meanwhile, I myself am still debating whether to go to
. So many delights! Macao
Meanwhile, I myself am still debating whether to go to
Among the top ten things to do in The Venetian® Macao-Resort-Hotel are to ‘indulge in
's famous Portuguese tarts and other sweet treats at Choi Heong Yeung Bakery, Pateloria Koi Kei or Kee Wah Bakery.’ I’ll admit that real Macao Venice lacks Portuguese tarts: the usual ones, mostly from Moldavia or the , tend to hang out on a notorious highway on the mainland. Ukraine
Speaking of tarts, if I go to the real
Venice, I’ll miss out on the Macau Venice’s Playboy Club, where ‘the entire theme is presented in an elegant, understated manner, as the nostalgic era of the Playboy Club is updated for the 21st century . Of course, it wouldn’t be the Playboy Club without the signature Playboy bunnies, and they are in force.’ Las Vegas
is looking more and more lacklustre, being bunnyless (though there used to be a white one who haunted the scaffolding on Ca’ Foscari for few years). La Serenissima is also deprived of the ‘understated’ nostalgia that the ‘discerning customer’ is looking for: nostalgia is anything but understated in the disreputable ruined old duchess of a city. Nostalgia wraps you in its canal-scented arms, buries itself in your heart and has its way with you, from the moment you arrive there. Venice
And then again, if I opt for the real
Venice, then I’ll miss another top ten highlight: a visit to Asia's first interactive football at The Manchester United Experience store: ‘You won’t be standing on the sidelines. You can dribble like Ronaldo, attack like Berbatov, and strike like Rooney.’ What’s worse, I shall miss out on the “FISH LEONG－THE LOVE LIBRARY WORLD TOUR 2012 MACAU VOLUME” package, on which details are sketchy, though the title is alluring. If I was ever planning to get married again, I could choose from Venetian Macao’s two sumptuous wedding packages, the Romantico and the Bellissimo, which include bridal costume hire, hair and make-up, and photos in crystal frames.
Can anyone help me decide where to go this weekend?
There’s also the option of
In the end, though, my indignation about these other Venices dissolves into introspection. What do historical writers like me do if not trade off the romantic emanations of the places where we choose to set our novels? Eighteenth-century
, my usual resource, is simple code for giddy decadence. Henry VIII’s Venice brings with it a crowd of associations that save the writer the trouble of creating a new world. And so on. London
My own deployment of
begins to worry me. What can I give back to the city? Well, love and respect are part of my novels. Venice is always a character in them, not just a setting. I also know of children who have nagged their parents to take them to Venice because of my books. I have even devised tours of Venice based on my stories. But is that a good thing for La Serenissima? Do I add to her serenity? No. Although my books take people to islands, squares and hidden cloisters far from the madding crowds of San Marco, Venice doesn’t need me to bring any more tourists than the 22 millions she suffers annually. Venice
By writing for children, and embedding some of the city’s lesser known history, do I perhaps educate? Or do I merely entertain? And what excuse is there for my adult novels? I continue to worry.
And is it even the true
I represent? By catering for the modern sensibility of my readers, do I pastiche, unforgivably perhaps? By adding the fantasy elements to my children’s novels – flying cats, talking statues, mermaids – do I betray the city? Are my novels a species of literary Venetian Macao? Venice
So does anyone have any thoughts on the debts incurred by those of us who use and inevitably pastiche real places in our books? What are our duties and responsibilities to them?
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