"A Death In Venice" is much more then just the story of a aging author's lust for a young man - it is also the representation of Europe before and after the war. It is a beautifully written novella, that smacks of Joyce. Written from the perspective of the protagonist, it offers an indepth look into the mind of a brilliant man who finally disrobes himself of his rationality and dignity, and succumbs to passion and lust. It is a tale of morality, and leaves many questions unanswered. Does Tadzio exist? Was it all real? Who knows?