Number 27 of the series by Andrea Camilleri set in the fictional Vigata, Sicily, featuring the likable Inspector Salvo Montalbano, and it’s kind of a crazy experience, in several ways. It’s unique in the way it is written, and to me, having read all the previous books in order, disappointing, disconcerting. Camilleri originally drafted the core of this as a screenplay, written ten years prior to its being developed into a novel for the series, an Italian-American production that never finally came to anything. I see that many readers enjoyed it, but I found it bizarre, likely pieced together by his editorial team, not really coherent, and not really consistent with the tone of the rest of the series. Also, in the last novel, Livia dumped Salvo, and that was the way we left things.
In this one we open with a device Camilleri has used in recent books, a dream, which appears to be a kind of surprise; Salvo is what, married to Livia?! though then he wakes up! We have been waiting for resolution, since the last book, maybe things will change, so this appears to be Camilleri teasing us. Then, as if nothing has happened in the last book, Livia and Salvo are vacationing together?! No reference to anything that happened before at all, such as what happened to the dog, nothing, ugh. They should have dealt with this.
The novel reads more like a film, an action film, a romp, a farce, with a strange ending questioning the whole story. At one point in the story even Salvo says to his partner, an FBI guy (which explains the American part of the Italian-American production), that he wonders who is doing the music for this Bond movie they are making. So, Salvo and his team get involved in a wild Bond-like plot where they have to take over an international gambling and smuggling luxury cruiser, The Halcyon, where, you wouldn’t have guessed it, Salvo becomes the cook, in disguise. More “thriller” type action (and loose ends) in the plot than in any other book. And preposterous in every way, lots of silly disguises and subterfuge.
The book begins with a fire in a building owned by a billionaire who is known for his gambling and women. We meet a high-priced escort who seems to be very involved, then she disappears altogether. A worker for the billionaire commits suicide, indicating Sicilian labor problems, economic inequity, Sicilian societal dysfunction, with rains, flooding, then water shortages, but these threads disappear altogether, lost to the farce that involves Salvo being fired (but not really) as part of the plot, for reasons that are unconvincing. So this is Montalbano goes ‘murcan, I guess. In previous books he sometimes makes reference to American movies and their improbable plots; so this is satire? Maybe.
The whole tone of the book is comic, pretty preposterous, maybe more in keeping with the tv series based on the book series, which I have not seen. But I wish this was not listed as one of the Montalbano novels, since it feels pieced together and silly. One to go, which was written years earlier as Agatha Christie had done in her Poirot series, in case he died, as the intended finish to the series.