I've read Dibdin before and thoroughly enjoyed his stories of detective Aurelio Zen, which are very original and engaging. Readers can earn more about Italian daily life, culture, politics, and morality from Dibdin than from guidebooks or even traveling. Dibdin was English, taught in Italy for several years, and became a very astute observer. Unfortunately, he died a couple years ago and readers won't be able to enjoy any new books.
In "Cabal," Zen is assigned to be liaison with the Vatican police investigating the mysterious death of a shady character allowed to live in Vatican City as a privileged guest. When the guest falls to his death in an apparent suicide in St. Peters, Vatican officials want to hush it up and mask the reason he was allowed to live as their guest.
Zen quickly suspects murder and asks difficult questions that make Vatican officials uncomfortable. Zen probes further when the Vatican police official who witnessed the suicide / murder is electrocuted in his shower. Zen suspects a conspiratorial group called Cabal, which enjoys Vatican privileges, is responsible for the murders.
If this sounds like a Dan Brown, Da Vinci Code potboiler, forget it. This is the genuine book to read if you want to explore Vatican intrigues, Italian culture, crime, and politics.
Dibdin's descriptive powers makes you feel you're prowling Rome's back streets with him, sipping cappuccino at a sidewalk cafe, and hunting down shady types hiding in plush Milan villas. I read passages over and over, relishing Dibdin's rich language and biting social commentary.
Here's a sample when he travels to Milan, reunites with his lover, and encounters the real villains, dark characters in Milan's high fashion industry:
"Arm in arm, visibly reconciled, Tania and Zen walked across the pedestrianized expanses of Piazza del Duomo. At the far end, the upper stories of several buildings were completely hidden behind a huge hoarding displaying three faces represented on the gargantuan scale which Zen associated with the images of Marx, Lenin and Stalin that had once looked down on May Day parades in Moscow's Red Square.
But like Catholicism, it's old rival, Communism was no longer a serious contender in the ideological battle for hearts and minds. The United Colors of Benetton: the vast, unsmiling features of a Nordic woman, a Black woman, and an Asian baby. These avatars of the new order, representatives of a world united by the ascendant creed of consumerism, gazed down on the masses whose aspirations they embodied with a look that was at once intense and vapid."
Wow. This is great writing. Read Dibdin and visit the real Italy.