Ratking is the first book in Michael Dibdin’s Aurelio Zen series. I had known Zen to be a police commissioner based in Rome, but this first book takes us to Perugia. Zen is sent there to investigate the kidnapping of a prominent businessman. Ratking was first published in 1988, and the 1980s and the surrounding decades were an era in Italy rife with kidnappings.
Dibdin incorporates the most well-known kidnapping of that era, that of former prime minister Aldo Moro, into Ratking, bridging his fictional story to real history. Aurelio Zen is a decade into desk duty when we meet him, his demotion having happened when he’d miss-, or over-, rather, stepped in his role in the investigation into the Moro kidnapping. So Zen is rather surprised when he is pulled out from behind his desk in Rome and sent to Perugia to investigate another kidnapping.
We are lead to understand that Zen’s demotion was really a result of corruption, and this is almost natural for the reader to accept, given the stereotypes of Italian government. Indeed, there are quite a lot of stereotypes and even cliches in this book, but, as they say, stereotypes are there for a reason, and Dibdin’s writing is really quite good and never feels lazy. Zen, for example, is clearly a “mammone” through and through, to the point that it interferes with his ability to commit in a relationship, but this quality feels more familiar than contrived. Interestingly, Zen is actually the least developed of the characters, but we’ll have time to get to know him in the series. The family members of the kidnapped businessman, however, are crystal clear, and when Dibdin introduces them in the story, the feeling becomes pleasantly like an Agatha Christie. An Agatha Christie set deep in the heart of Italy, with the badboy handsome younger brother with no direction and the overly gracious and anxious sister with long blonde hair wearing a lot of gold.
This all results a very, deeply, Italian feel to the book that I enjoyed. Perhaps the most Italian quality of Ratking is the wry humor sprinkled throughout, from a reckless drive through narrow streets to attempts to revive a failing relationship with an awkward picnic in the freezing cold. These moments were what I enjoyed the most about this book. Truly, sometimes I really miss Italy.