Sep 30, 2024

Montalbano, “investigations are not what they used to be, uncertain, vague, contradictory, and scatter brained,”

 

Pretty disappointed in last Montalbano.

Beautiful, engaging, draws me in,  stories with such interesting crimes, romance, topics, political observance, some dodgy catholic theology, deep plots . Such colourful characters, Catteralla bungling admin copper, womanising deputy Angelo, Fazio dedicated. Took me back to the `med`, not Malta but Sicily, however Livia is played by several women on TV so this frustrated myself.

The authors recollections of his birthplace, Criminology, love of culinary meals,  further pulled many into the place. Loved the fact this literacy not theology nor music, had me hooked. often read the novels in 2 days. Quite a feat for me.

These not just books or TV for myself but a place to spend time, whether watching or reading.




















I was pretty excited to pick the book up having enjoyed so much the book plus last TV programme, `the Sicilian method`. 
Where Montalbano leaves Livia and the job for a new Love. Yeah that was hard cruel and difficult to watch/read.

That felt like an ending. But this last book took on different stroke with the Author playing a part where he appeared on the lines and in the story. References that where about Ego?, or vanity on part of the 91 year old Author Camilleri. who we found out was also now Blind.

This only brought confusion to this reader.

Wont spoil the story which is classic Camilleri , but warn you perhaps the whole series should have stopped at last episode.

Anyway persisted and still got one book to catch up on.


“Your investigations are not what they used to be. You’re too often uncertain, vague, contradictory, and even scatter-brained,” 

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