A "financial wizard," entrusted with the savings of nearly half the retirees of Vigata, mysteriously disappears with the money and a young man who worked for him. In a rather atypical case for Montalbano, the inspector finds himself initially shut out of the investigation by the ever hostile commissioner Bonetti-Alderighi and forced to work from the shadows.
My Review: I am on record as a fan of the series, and I've given plenty of reasons I feel the books are superior. But one idea has occurred in multiple places and from multiple sources: These books reek, to some, of the corruption and wickedness that mysteries, as distinct from thrillers or noirs, seek to combat. Montalbano doesn't shy away from rule-breaking, he flirts with and even goes far afield with some of the beauteous women Camilleri clearly thinks we all want to read about; his world contains those who aren't morally upright but are valued friends.
Yeah, so? As does your own life, nine bets in ten. Camilleri's character is flawed, and knows this about himself, but he's always motivated by the need to fix things and help people and make the world run right, even if it means breaking rules and going outside the system. I don't sense that this is a problem in other cop-centered series. I have wondered why that seems off-putting in this series.
I think it's because the Mafia is invoked so often, and that makes Americans very tense. It's very much a part of our national conversation even yet, and has entered English as a term of opprobrium for any group or team that's opposed to your own. (I treasure a mention of the Bush Mafia made in Austin's newspaper, later retracted and apologized for. THAT was a good day!)
It's all I can figure, anyway. I am so NOT in love with the current fashion for Scandinavian crime writers that I think I may have reacted histaminically by heading for Sicily. Something more exciting, please, no reserved and tortured souls trying to make amends for their misdeeds, thank you. And as these books don't have revolting, violent depictions of things I don't want to think about (yes, that's Lisbeth in my crosshairs), perhaps the ghoul crowd isn't tempted in. Taste being inarguable, granted, I still wonder at the reason for uninterest or dislike that I've seen mention far more than once.
Guess that's why there'll always be chocolate and vanilla.
The mystery at the heart of “The Smell of the Night” is not terribly involved or unique: A money manager has disappeared with the life savings of a number of elderly residents in a small town and various factions with the police force struggle to solve a case that looks increasingly like a murder investigation. Of course, the details of the plot are never really the point in Camilleri’s books. Set exclusively in Sicily, these stories provide the reader with a fascinating insight into the island’s rugged beauty and the mindset of a people who even other Italians find confusing and sometimes frightening.
Overall, this was quick and enjoyable reading experience. “The Smell of the Night” is sixth book in the series, but only the fifth one that I have read. If my pattern with the first four holds, I probably will not remember much at all about this book in a few weeks. Nevertheless, the journey was well worth the effort—it is always a pleasure to spend a couple of days in Montalbano’s world.
Inspector Montalbano is called to the scene of a possible hostage situation. An elderly man is holding a secretary at gunpoint until ragioniere Garbano comes back and returns the money he supposedly invested for him. A crowd gathers outside, all angry investors wanting their money back. Needless to say, Garbano scammed them all of their money and disappeared, leaving his secretary to hold down the fort.
While Inspector Montalbano and his team are investigating the missing Garbano, he has the additional aggravation of finding his favorite olive tree cut down to make way for the construction of a house, another missing person, and his Commissioner convinced that he has kidnapped a young boy and stolen some money from a previous case.
A very enjoyable quick read with a surprising finish
Even the child-like cover design is pleasing. This is the third Inspector Montalbano book that I have read, and they appear to be getting better and better. Stephen Sartarelli, the translator is also a poet, and I think this shows. His four pages of explanatory notes on currency equivalents, literary references etc are helpful as is the authors own afterword on news sources that helped inspire this plot.
A con artist, Emanuele Gargano, has disappeared with the life savings of half the pensioners in Vigáta. The only person who believes in him is his faithful receptionist, Mariastella, who opens the office very morning and waits by the phone for news from her beloved employer. Meantime, Montalbano and his new boss, Bonetti-Alderighi, continue their relationship, which is just this side of all-out war. Add to that all the usual problems with Vigáta’s more irascible residents, and you have the usual mix for another well-written story in this superb series set in Sicily.
What adds even more to the entertainment value of this series is the unerring sense of authenticity that Camilleri, born and raised in the area in which he sets his novels, gives to the books. His descriptions of both the landscape and the Sicilians themselves ring totally true. Stephen Sartarelli’s outstanding translation preserves the rhythm of Sicilian speech, which adds even more flavor.
The plots are good, and Camilleri knows how to drive to a denouement without losing interest and with a sufficient number of twists to keep the tension at a high level. Characterizations are superb; by this time Fazio, Mimí Augello, and Catarella are old friends, and we sympathize with Livia in her ongoing struggle to deal with her lover Montalbano’s less-than-honest episodes.
As usual, in The Smell of the Night, somehow the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Highly recommended.
When Emanuele Gargano, owner of King Midas Associates, disappears after bilking millions of lire from people in a pyramid scheme, it's up to Inspector Salvo Montalbano to get to the bottom of it all. As with most of the books in this delightful series, the fun is in tagging along with the inspector while he uses both official and unofficial channels to test his theories. In between lavish meals at home and in local Sicilian restaurants, Montalbano thinks nothing of thumbing his nose at his superiors, badgering his own officers, and wheedling information from any promising source.
After momentarily getting off on the wrong foot when reading the first book in the series, I've grown to appreciate and to enjoy this wily inspector who has no patience for cliches or stupidity. (I've also learned not to read any of these books when I'm hungry!)
Normally I don't go out of my way to mention translators unless something strikes me as being awkward or not quite right, but in this case I have to mention Stephen Sartarelli. Somehow, some way, he manages to translate colloquial Sicilian into excellent English prose-- while still retaining a feel for the original idiom. That cannot be easy, but he certainly makes it seem as if it is.
Wonderful characterizations, a very strong sense of place, mouth-watering meals for foodies, sly humor and perfectly paced plots have made this series one that I highly recommend to anyone looking for an excellent mystery series to read.
I won't say anything about the mystery (which was as good as usual with this series) but a quick comment about Montalbano's personal life -- I was glad to see that he and Francisco have established a good relationship after the trouble which occurred a few books back. Now I hope that a similar improvement happens with Livia...
Some say that the pace of the book is slow, but, I enjoyed this differing flavor on a detective novel. Camilleri is able to immerse us in the world of Inspector Montalbano: his love and enjoyment of mediterranean food coupled with a detailed description of the sea and the warm and rocky Sicilian geography. With a mix of humor, cynicism, compassion, and love of good food, Montalbano goes into battle against the powerful and the corrupt who are determined to block his path. This is a"delicious" discovery for mystery afficionados and fiction lovers. (less)
No, the problem with this is the mood. It's not exactly comic, but can't possibly be serious, either. The humour (whimsy?) is now leaden, now ill timed, now in poor taste, and all quite undermined by a translation in which one can have no faith: bizarre spelling to denote a character's uneducated accent can be acceptable, but not in written notes by such characters; nobody in the English-speaking world refers to Marx's book by the title 'Capital' etc. A note tells us that the translator lives in France.
I think I read The Shape of Water years ago and liked it; I've enjoyed the Italian TV movies; but I found this close to unreadable. I won't be returning to Sicily with Montalbano for a long time. If you're a fan, maybe you can make the case that this one's just a dud?
"Yes. The night changes smells, depending on the hour."
Montalbano's back and once again in his sixth case of the series. This time he gets involved with the case of a missing financial "genius" who had gained the trust of several investors and then promptly disappeared, taking their money with him. Did he go off to "live it up with beautiful half-naked women" in Polynesia, or did Emanuele Gargano take some money off of a very angry and vengeful Mafioso? Nobody knows, although Montalbano's superiors are inclined to believe the latter (as they generally do, even when unfounded), while Montalbano runs his own investigation. But Montalbano is in trouble with the Commissioner over his actions during a previous case, not having to do with the job, but dealing with a boy named Francois first introduced in The Snack Thief. He's also once again in trouble with Livia, Mimi's got a case of pre-wedding jitters, and someone's gone and cut down the old olive tree where he goes to think. Worst of all, he feels the "ignoble head" of old age coming on.
The Smell of the Night offers its readers a solid mystery, a great investigation and one of the most impressive endings of this series so far. As far as the whodunit is concerned, I had absolutely no clue up until the final denouement, which is always a great thing. But as usual, it is the author's finely-honed sense of place that steals the show, along with his devotion to continuing character development, and his introduction of some new and rather quirky people that help Montalbano throughout the case. And let's not forget the food.
As I continue through this series, it's getting a bit difficult to find new things to say about these books, because although some may be a bit better than others, I'm finding that I am loving them all. All the things that make one book good are continued throughout the rest. Perhaps some of the crimes and their solutions aren't as good in one or two of these books as they are in others, but I've come to realize that I'm really reading them at this point just to see what's going to happen next with Montalbano and his colleagues at the Vigata police station. When all is said and done, and I move on to another author's works, I'm probably not going to remember specific crimes in Camilleri's novels, but I'll definitely remember the setting, the food and especially the crazy group of characters surrounding Montalbano.
As with every previous book, I definitely recommend this one, and since I tend to be a series-reading purist, I'd say start with the first book, The Shape of Water and make your way forward so you don't miss anything.