Poldi's nephew is back from the City of Lights and once again takes us on a rollicking ride, propelled by the (somewhat plausible) adventures of his sexagenarian Sicilian-Bavarian sleuth, Auntie Poldi. Take one beehive wig, a liter of grappa, a dash of Baron Munchausen, and a cup of Auntie Mame, and you might just end up with Poldi.
"Auntie Poldi and the Lost Madonna" begins with an exorcism, where the possessed claims to be Poldi. Soon after, one of the nuns who witnessed the exorcism plunges to her death. Poldi sneaks in to the Vatican to investigate, and uncovers an unholy conspiracy. Encounters include the Pope, twins in fluorescent sneakers, a doppelganger, and, of course, Death and his clipboard.
Poldi's nephew's character growth continues, as does his attempt at writing a novel of his own. Given the plotline of that, you do have to wonder how many of the embellishment's to Poldi's stories are from Poldi herself.
We also learn the history of the Sad Signora.
Poldi and Vito team up in this latest outing, and their relationship is forever altered. As in the preceding novel, "Auntie Poldi and the Handsome Antonio," the Lost Madonna has several red herrings, and Poldi must face her past in order to save her future.
The writing, as always, is exquisite. I don't know how much to attribute to Giordano, the author, and Brownjohn, the translator, but between the two, they produce magic. Go be mesmerized by Poldi.
Highly recommended.