by Andrea Camilleri
It is always a joy to read an Inspector Montalbano story. The translation flows beautifully, and the story follows a recognised format: a dream at the beginning, from which Montalbano is awakened by a frantic phone call, usually from Catarella; Montalbano taking a long lunch break with each course described, as are his meals at home prepared by his housekeeper Adelina; a Mafia element in the crime; the assistance of Salvo’s friend Niccolo Zito in bringing to light new evidence via a carefully ‘planted’ news item.
In this story, the young Tunisian whom Salvo and Livia almost adopted as a young runaway has turned to terrorist politics, and Montalbano has the distressing duty to attend the scene of his death, at the end of an involved but believable story of murder, deception and ideals.
Bored from Bishops Cleeve library, which I am happy to say has plenty more Montalbano thrillers. As has my aunt Wendy, and my friend Pat.