The Paper Moon

by Andrea Camilleri

Not one of his best.  A later book about Inspector Montalbano, in which he seems preoccupied with his own ageing and perceived reduction in his mental and physical capacity.  Of course, Montalbano solves the mystery eventually.  But the first half of the book seems to go nowhere at all, as Montalbano looks for a suspicious and involved reason for what on the face of it is a straightforward murder.  Of course, he is right – but it was a painful process keeping my attention to the end!


The Voice of the Violin

by Andrea Camilleri

A good story well told.  The earlier Montalbano stories are, I think, the best ones.  At least as far as the full-length novels are concerned.  I’m still battling my way through some of the short stories in Italian.

The Shape of Water

by Andrea Camilleri

What can I say?  Camilleri’s stories of Inspector Montalbano are very readable, the English translation – once you get used to the colloquialisms – is a joy, and, as far as I can tell, conveys well the slightly idiosyncratic language of the original.  I can’t remember – writing this three months on – what this story was about.  But it doesn’t matter.  Like the TV series, the joy is in the moment, as you experience the story, its characters and the Sicilian setting.

Excursion to Tindari

by Andrea Camilleri

This was the first of the Inspector Montalbano books that I have read, in English. I have struggled with short sections of some of the stories in Italian, and even with my limited grasp of the language, I relished Camilleri’s inventive use of language and especially his humour.

The translation takes some getting used to at first, but after a while you see that the translator manages to capture quite effectively some of the linguistic tricks, with a light touch. He also provides an effective glossary and notes – though I only discovered this after I finished the book!

I can honestly say that reading this story was as much fun as watching a Montalbano story on TV. I am returning to the TV films with renewed enthusiasm,    and I’ll be reading more of Camilleri – in English, at least.