A rare miss for Camilleri. The mystery was all over the place. And the ending? Like Camilleri was tired of the story and it was time for some copanata alla siciliana, a good wine and after-dinner smoke. Again, I love Camilleri's razor-like commentary on Italian life, in particular Sicilian life, and the world in general and the description of Salvo's meals at Enzo's and the ones prepared by Adelina. You know that an author is sharp if he can make someone like me -- who hates the taste of fish -- want to partake with Salvo. One other criticism, though: What's the point of Salvo's relationship with Livia any more? I used to like her; not so much anymore but to be fair she's become a stock character. Let's break up already, Salvo! Ingrid is there for you!