Death, as the title suggests, comes in Venice. That is a fact the reader knows from the outset but what sort of death is a more interesting question.
Death of a dream, a romantic ideal, as well as death in the literal sense is being described here.
But before I get into that just a quick comment on the description. This has not been an easy story to read because it doesn't flow. There are times when you wonder if something suffers from being too literary in style. That said you grasp what is going on here but it could have come across better.
What is said concerns Gustave von Aschenbach a writer who has headed off on holiday to get a break from his writing routine in Munich.
He becomes fixated and obsessed to a degree with another guest, a young Polish boy, who he can not reallu understand or makes any great connection with over his stay. But the dream of his beauty, the romantic ideal that the young man represents takes over Aschenbach.
Takes him over so much that despite his almost priviledged position of knowing about the plague in the city he fataly drops his guard and allows his obsession to derail him.
More to come from the other couple of stories in this collection, tristan and Tonio Kroger, over the next two days...