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!