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by Christobel Kent

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To – um, pay my respects. She was almost enjoying Val’s disbelief. It’s on my way home,’ she went on, shrugging. Pursed her lips, thinking. She got out her mobile. She’d called Ma to tell her she’d be a bit late home. Told her not to worry, for the umpteenth time: the handyman would keep her company, fixing the gate. Infuriatingly, Ma had reacted almost with amusement, as if it was all Roxana’s invention, her panic attack. Oh, you enjoy yourself, dear,’ she’d said.

Combines rich atmospherics and fully realized characters in her outstanding mysteries featuring Italian PI Sandro Cellini.

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бесплатно, без регистрации и без смс. THE THIRD INSTALMENT IN THE SANDRO CELLINI SERIES: Florence lies deserted. The sluggish Arno and the Ponte Vecchio shimmer in the summer haze. Every August, Florence shimmers in the summer heat. But this year the heatwave is fiercer than usual, and the city's inhabitants have fled to the cool of the hills

This new novel featuring private detective Sandro Cellini is as richly textured as one of the Renaissance paintings to be found in Florence. First of all, there is the city itself, languishing in the midst of an August heatwave. There is little movement as people who can leave the city and the others try to stay indoors as much as possible. Sandro and the other characters find themselves having to move about in the debilitating sun and the author lets the reader follow their paths through the city. Secondly, there is a plot involving the disappearance of a man, the discovery of a body, a bank and a derelict porn cinema. Step by step Sandro discerns the pattern connecting all the parts. The story line moves rather slowly at first, as if the author is mirroring in the slow moving action the heat and torpor of the weather. However, at the end the action picks up and the climax of the story comes quickly amidst a shattering storm and blessed rainfall. The third element, and the most important, are the characters and their relationships: that of Sandro and his wife; their connection with Guilia; the bank clerk and her mother; Sandro and his former police partner; the heavily pregnant Anna and her Josef. In many ways, these relationships demonstrate the power of love in its many forms. The real strength of the story is in the characters, their essential decency and morality, especially in comparison with the amorality and opportunism of the culprits. The fact that two murders and one attempted murder result from the attempt to commit a bank fraud of so little as 100,000 Euros (at least it sounds little compared to the usual financial frauds) illustrates the basic banality of evil. The icing on the cake, so to speak, is the almost lyrical writing style; the introduction is incredibly beautiful in presenting the setting. Sandro Cellini of Florence and Inspector Brunetti of Venice have become two of my favorite characters. What is it about these Italian cops and their two cities?
It seems that the further Christobel Kent develops this series, the more formulaic it becomes. Character development has all the consistency of a television sit-com. The two main characters, who should have a primary importance and interest for the reader, Sandro Cellini, former cop, and his wife Luisa Cellini react inexplicably, and contradictorally as the book progresses. Sandro introduced as a tough, sardonic, determined cop acts as a helpness old man depending on the circumstances, doubting his own effectiveness. His wife, who had lost a child a day after giving birth, years ago, seems to become morose at the prospect of other women's pregnancies.

Anna Niescu, the woman who begins the story by requesting Sandro's help in locating her missing fiance as a poor helpless lost soul, becomes an avatar of almost Athena-like proportions. The reformed drug addict Guili, friend of Sandro and Luisa, goes from competent self-assured rehab worker, to a simpering self-doubting expectant mother, or is she?

The plot becomes so convoluted and entropically presented that it takes the last few pages to explain it all. Real estate deals, Romas (gypsies, and if you didn't know the Italian usage, you would probably think that it was a mispelling for Romans), drug addicted bank employees, elderly women (and I find this amazing) who had been described as almost having senile dementia, restrain, tackle and tie up a hitman and wait for the police (and that is no exaggeration of what the author relates).

As far as the plot is concerned, it is no better than character development. I truly expected Sandro to announce at the last page that the butler did do it and here is why. Characters are inserted, forgotten, and reappear at whim e.g. Maria Grazia, friend to the bank teller Marisa Goldman, which is another story.

Also, I don't understand some reviewers who seem to think that writing "it's hot in August," or "very hot" is descriptive and conveys the heat. You could say that about any part of Italy in August and you can hear it on any weather report in the world. There is no atmosphere of Florence here. Is the heat worse than Rome or Milan, or Reggio Calabria and why, and I defy anyone who can quote a single sentence to refute this.

Many readers who are satisfied with the authenticity of the descriptions in this book would be well advised to know that the "unlucky number" in Italy is "17" based on ancient supersitions since the Roman times (and that is why my cabana in Ostia had the number 16-B) and not the number 13 as Mr. Kent writes unless those incredibly supersitious Italian have added another unlucky number. Sorry to say the first book in this series did show much promise.
This is a sad book . . . not depressing, not tragic, but everyone - with one interesting exception- is sad. And relatively dull. There was not one character I was interested in, and the plot? 2nd-rate TV detective stuff; not awful, kust OK . . .unfurled in such a complex, overwrought manner that even when I kept saying "so I thought" it still was like over-cooked fettucini (sp?). But the venue of Florence is nicely done - the hotel in which much takes place sounds exactly, EXACTLY like one I stayed in when in Florence. And there was way too much emphasis on the obviously awful geat wave . . .I mean I got the point. Repetition is NOT the soul of wit. And I get the imprssion the author does not like cats. Enough to render the rest of this series "declassee".
This was my first book about private investigator and former cop Cellini in Florence. A good read. The plot was complex and well developed. The characters credible and drawn well. The story unfolded in a fairly slow fashion, building the suspense. It doesn't have as much local color for background as DeLeon's Venice books, but then Florence isn't quite the place of mystery and intrigue as Venice. If you prefer lots of action and rapid movement this isn't your type of book. If you like a slowly developing and complex plot based on fallible human nature, it may be. I plan to read more of the Cellini/Florence series.

Before purchasing this book I read the reviews about the book being TOO slow. I disagree. Yes, the book is indeed slow moving but very reminiscent of an Italian dinner. The 5 components (antipasto, primo, secondo, contorno, dolce) in an Italian meal are slowly prepared from fresh ingredients. One doesn't hurry through the making or the eating.

Also, having grown up on the East Coast without AC, I could totally feel the August heat and humidity induced lethargy.

This book is a nice antidote to our current 'instant message' 24 x 7 culture; I'm looking forward to reading the other books in the series.
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Christobel Kent
Women's Fiction
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