The first of the Commissario Bordelli series featuring the day-dreaming detective set in the early 1960s. A relaxed read.
It gets hot in Florence in Summer, as hot as my own. The high 30s came as a surprise to me, considering the latitude in this part of Italy, and I immediately felt the weight of the sultry nights and the torpor of steamy days as Bordelli longs for a cooling breeze or, mercifully, the blessing of rain.
Bordelli moves in a city turgid with heat. The story moves thickly too. There’s a lot of memories floating through of the Commissario’s wartime experiences, all irrelevant to the plot.
Don’t get me wrong, the slow chase is interesting enough but we know who the criminals are and the finale is inevitable. We wait for Bordelli to kill a few more mosquitoes, smoke a few more cigarettes and indulge in a few more meals before the trap is sprung. His meals didn’t particularly appeal to me and his strange acquaintances didn’t either.
Why did I like this book? It’s hard to say. Perhaps it was the Inspector himself, his half-hearted attempts to cut down cigarettes reflecting his half-hearted wish to apprehend criminals, or maybe it was the overall langour on every page. In any case, I’ve developed a soft spot for Bordelli and his strange Florence of the 1960s. Another world.
Not rivetting, but relaxing
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