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by Andrea Camilleri

"The novels of Andrea Camilleri breathe out the sense of place, the sense of humor, and the sense of despair that fill the air of Sicily." -Donna Leon Inspector Salvatore Montalbano wakes from strange dreams to find a gruesomely bludgeoned horse carcass in front of his seaside home. When his men came to investigate, the carcass has disappeared, leaving only a trail in the sand. Then his home is ransacked and the inspector is certain that the crimes are linked. As he negotiates both the glittering underworld of horseracing and the Mafia's connection to it, Montalbano is aided by his illiterate housekeeper, Adelina, and a Proustian memory of linguate fritte. Longtime fans and new readers alike will be charmed by Montalbano's blend of unorthodox methods, melancholy self-reflection, and love of good food.
Download The Track of Sand (Inspector Montalbano Mysteries) epub
ISBN: 0330507672
ISBN13: 978-0330507677
Category: No category
Author: Andrea Camilleri
Language: English
Publisher: Picador; 2000 edition (2000)
ePUB size: 1918 kb
FB2 size: 1336 kb
Rating: 4.6
Votes: 446
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I read Camilleri over breakfast (so breakfast becomes a lingering delight), and every book of his Montalbano series allows one to enter Sicily through the world of Inspector Montalbano. This means: a countryside of arid beauty and human ugliness; a sea and sky that define each day; Montalba's stomach that can absorb huge amounts of great food, whiskey and wine; a team that not only tolerates but loves the unpredictable (or very predictable in his unpredictability) inspector, that is a mix of great characters, savvy and occasionally inept - and, of course, the always crashing entry of Catarella (there should be one in every office); an appreciation for beautiful women, many of whom are tall, blond and magnificent to behold; and, oh, by the way, a crime of some sort that gives justification for one more exploration of that Montalbano world. It almost doesn't matter what the crime is or how solved - what truly matters is that world, the belly laughs and frequent chuckles it brings, the mental visits to his home right by the sea, where the sea can eat up the beach right to the posts that hold up his veranda and where so much of his thinking, drinking and eating take place. This book is as good a story as any of the others. If you love sun, life and laughter, the entire series is a pure indulgence. So, a summer breakfast with Camilleri is a perfect start to the day.
I've been making my way through all these books in the order they are supposed to be read.

Maybe I am getting tired of them. I had a hard time finishing this one. In fact in the middle of it I read about about a guy and his cats and enjoyed it much, much more. Number 12 just didn't thrill me. The cast of secondary characters I found pretty uninteresting, as I did the plot.

Perhaps it is me... And I need to take a break. But Salvo, who I loved so much in the early books (and who I adore in the TV movies -- both series) is just not as wonderful as he used to be. In fact I am not even sure that I like him very much here in book 12. One of the problems might be you can only lead a horse to water (pun intended) so many times before it gets boring. There's maybe a limited amount of new stuff that Camilleri can introduce.

Well, I will no doubt read the next one. Because it always is possible Camilleri will reach into his bag of tricks and do something amazing. And while I may not care for Salvo as much as I once did, I am still interested in learn what happens to him, Fazio, Mimi and all the rest.

I guess in the end this was simply a rather grim and tedious read. But....

There was one little part that really made me smile. In it Salvo is reading a Beck mystery, and calls him "my colleague." I love that little bit of existential bizarreness. I don't know if Beck would like being told he is similar to Montalbano. The two have very different sorts of belief systems and behaviors. The thought of a cross-over could be fun. I can hear Salvo saying "Awww, Martin!" the same way he says "Awwww, Mimi!"
What in the world do they (Penguin) do to the text to get it so messed up? I format books and convert to Kindle every day, and I can't figure out what they're doing that's causing this problem. It is indeed a problem, and makes the book (and I love Camilleri) a travesty. $9.99? And that's cheap compared to the others in the series. Don't buy!

Here's the problem: the last word of a sentence is joined to the first word of the next sentence. Example: open.The
That error appears on the second page. There will be seventeen others before you get to the end of the chapter. Appalling! Shame!

Where's the quality control? I mean, you only have to scan to the second page to see there's a problem. Poor Camilleri; it's so insulting.
Camilleri is 91 or 92, I forget which, but this may have been his best Montalbano book yet. I don't understand how he does it (I'm sure the translator has much to do with it), but I enjoyed every page of this book. The characters are as sharp as ever, and the plotting was better than some of the earlier books in the series. This was the best since Snack Thief, IMO, and maybe better than that one. Now, if only Camilleri can get Montalbano to dump Livia entirely before he leaves us, I would call this a completely satisfying series of books. If you start with the first one, you will devour them all, I promise. Mangia!
Here is one of author Andrea Camilleri's best tales yet in the wonderful Inspector Montalbano series. In this serpentine story of murder, passion and cuisine, there is great wit, wonderful characters, a highly original plot and clever homages to Swedish counterparts Per Wahlo and Hankell, Monty Python, and even French impressionist Edouard Manet, among others. A general context is provided, as usual, by ever unique Sicily and Sicilians. Salvo Montalbano's ongoing ruminations about the aggravations of aging provide a secondary theme that helps drive the story line.

"The Track of Sand" starts with the brutal killing of a horse near Inspector Montalbano's beach house. The body of the animal quickly disappears and Montalbano's house is ransacked. The apparent owner of the horse--a stunningly beautiful Roman equestrian--shows up at the Vigata police station to report the animal missing, thus beginning a complicated relationship with the Inspector. The murkiness of the crime increases, but seems to be linked to a pending court case that involves Montalbano as a witness. As the investigation picks up steam, a bevy of aristocrats, local mafiosi and a human murder enter the picture. Meanwhile, Montalbano's personal life is complicated by a surfeit of beautiful and willing women, fading eyesight and the ever-important pursuit of a decent meal. Even by Camilleri standards, "Track.." has major twists and turns, but it is always plausible, intelligent and highly entertaining. The ending is as fresh and satisfying as one of Montalbano's daily three-course meals.

For anyone who hasn't read any of the Montalbano series, be forewarned that it is entirely addictive. Expect to stick with "The Track of Sand" from cover to cover in one sitting. it's that good.
I enjoy Camilleri's writing