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When an elderly man is stabbed to death in an elevator and a crewman on an Italian fishing trawler is machine gunned by a Tunisian patrol boat off Sicily's coast, only Inspector Montalbano suspects a link between the two incidents. His investigation leads to the beautiful Karima, an impoverished housecleaner and sometime prostitute, whose young son steals other school children's midmorning snacks. But Karima disappears, and the young snack thief's life - as well as Montalbano's - is endangered.

The lazy, slow month of August at the height of the Sicilian summer is, Inspector Montalbano assures his girlfriend, Livia, as they prepare for a relaxing holiday in a villa he has found for them, far too hot for any murders to be committed. But when Livia's friends' young son goes missing, a chain of events is sparked which will certainly ruin the Chief Inspector's pleasant interlude. A secret apartment and a grisly find in an old trunk are just the beginning as Montalbano navigates his way though the case and copes with the sweltering heat.

Two deaths - the suicide of a recently fired worker and the murder of an unscrupulous businessman - lead Inspector Montalbano to the Halcyon, a mysterious ship that visits Vigàta's port each day. With very few crewmen, no passengers and a stern large enough to land a helicopter, it piques the Inspector's interest straight away. And whilst all this is going on, a rare trip to Genoa to visit Livia ends with the Vigàta police department in disarray, and Inspector Montalbano's position as the head of the commissariat in jeopardy. It will be up to Montalbano to fix the damage done.

Malgré sa longue expérience en terre sicilienne, le commissaire Montalbano doit reconnaître que jamais il n'a été confronté à pareille affaire : un homme tué deux fois. Barletta, affairiste détesté, usurier qui a ruiné bien des malheureux, don juan compulsif qui n'hésite pas à recourir au chantage pour parvenir à ses fins libidineuses, a d'abord été empoisonné par une femme qui a passé la nuit avec lui, puis a reçu une balle dans la tête par quelqu'un qui le croyait encore vivant.

Inspector Montalbano is awake at dawn, sitting on his porch, when his attention is caught by a seagull that falls from the sky, performing a strange dance, before lying down to die. Montalbano is perplexed by what he has witnessed and the scene hangs over him like an omen. About to depart for a holiday with his girlfriend Livia, Montalbano makes a quick trip to the police station to tie up loose ends. But when his dear colleague Fazio is discovered missing, Montalbano instead launches a desperate search for his lost friend....

When Inspector Montalbano receives an early-morning phone call it proves to be the start of a very trying day. For the caller expects Montalbano to arrive imminently at a rendezvous with some friends. But before he can reply, the caller announces himself as someone called Riccardino and hangs up. Later that day, news comes in of a brutal slaying in broad daylight by an unknown assassin who makes his getaway on a motorbike. And when the Inspector learns of the victim’s identity - a man called Riccardino - his troubles are only just beginning.

Eine Fundgrube und Schatztruhe für Kinder und Freunde der gegenwärtigen italienischen Literatur: Stefano Benni: Eine Nacht im Hühnerstall; Italo Calvino: Die wütenden Zeichnungen; Gianni Celati: Die Geschichte vom Doralice-Hopsqueak-See; Raffaele La Capria: Das Ich; Luigi Malerba: Neun nachdenkliche Hühner; Wie der Hund und der Mensch Freunde wurden; Nicht in der Kurve niesen!; Schimpfwörter; Das Schwein, das sich schämte.

Motionless, Montalbano waited for the surf to enter his brain and wash it clean with each breaker. At last the first light wave came like a caress, swiiissshhh, and carried away, glugluglug, Elena Sclafani and her beauty while Michela Pardo's tits, belly, arched body and eyes likewise disappeared. Once Montalbano the man was erased, all that should remain was Inspector Montalbano - a kind of abstract function of the person who was supposed to solve the case and nothing more, with no personal feelings involved.

Maybe a phrase, a line, a hint somewhere would reveal a reason, any reason, for the elderly couple's disappearance. They'd saved everything.... There was even a copy of the 'certificate of living existence', that nadir of bureaucratic imbecility.... What was the protocol, to use a word dear to government offices? Did one simply write on a sheet of paper something like 'I, the undersigned, Salvo Montalbano, hereby declare myself to be in existence', sign it, and turn it in to the appointed clerk?

Chief Inspector Montalbano is on enforced sick leave. But when a local girl goes mysteriously missing, the whole community takes an interest in the case. Why are the kidnappers so sure that the girl's impoverished father and dying mother will be able to find a fortune? The ever-inquisitive Montalbano steps in, to get to the heart of the matter in his own inimitable style.

Feeling his age as his birthday rolls round once again, Inspector Montalbano decides to cheer himself up by dealing with a young driver's road rage in his own unique way. But his joy is short-lived, as at police headquarters he receives an angry phone call from a supermarket boss; there's been a robbery at his store, and Montalbano's colleague is treating him as a suspect. On arrival at the scene, Montalbano quickly agrees with Inspector Augello that this was no ordinary break-in.

Vigàta is bustling as the new filming location for a Swedish television series set in 1950. In the production frenzy, the director asks the locals to track down movies and vintage photos to faithfully recreate the air of Vigàta at that time. Meanwhile, Montalbano is grappling with a double mystery, one that emerges from the past and another that leads him into the future.

When an angry octogenarian holds a terrified and lovelorn secretary at gunpoint, Inspector Montalbano is reluctantly drawn into the case. The secretary's boss, a financial advisor, has vanished along with several billion lire entrusted to him by the good citizens of Vigàta. Also missing is the advisor's young colleague, whose uncle just happens to be building a house on the site of Inspector Montalbano's very favourite olive tree….

He began swimming in slow, broad strokes. The sea smelled harsh, stinging his nostrils like champagne, and he nearly got drunk on it.... In a fraction of a second, Montalbano realized he'd struck a human foot. Somebody else was floating right beside him, and he hadn't noticed. 'Excuse me,' he said hastily, flipping back onto his belly and looking over at the other. The person beside him didn't answer, because he wasn't doing the dead man's float. He was actually dead.

Das hat ihm gerade noch gefehlt: Auf Wunsch seiner Verlobten Livia soll Commissario Montalbano sich für einen feierlichen Anlass einen Anzug maßschneidern lassen. Doch die allseits hochverehrte Schneiderin Elena überzeugt ihn mit Effizienz und Charme. Am nächsten Tag findet man Elena tot in ihrem Atelier, erstochen mit einer Schneiderschere. Die widersprüchlichen Aussagen mehrerer Verdächtiger abzuwägen erinnert Montalbano bald an das Entwirren eines verhedderten Wollknäuels.

Los seis relatos reunidos en este volumen son una nueva muestra de la capacidad inagotable de Andrea Camilleri para ahondar, con su fino ingenio y su imaginación desbordante, en los recovecos más absurdos del alma humana. Concebidas a partir de evocaciones literarias y vestigios del pasado del autor, estas historias perfectas y muy logradas suponen una magnífica oportunidad para saborear la estrambótica realidad de la Italia de ayer y de hoy a través del pequeño mundo de Vigàta.

Primero de un ciclo de cuatro volúmenes de relatos ambientados en el imaginario pueblo siciliano de Vigàta, también escenario de las aventuras del célebre comisario Montalbano, este libro recoge ocho historias tan perfectas que cada una puede leerse como una pequeña novela.

Mientras Andrea Camilleri está trabajando, su bisnieta se mete a escondidas debajo de la mesa para jugar. En ese momento tan sencillo como íntimo, el escritor descubre que no quiere que sean los demás los que le cuenten a la niña, cuando se haga mayor, cómo era su bisabuelo.

From the title story, Death at Sea, in which the alleged manslaughter of an engineer upon a fishing trawler leads Inspector Montalbano to uncover an even more sinister crime, Andrea Camilleri takes his listeners through eight cunning cases from the Vigàtan police files. Starting with an arson attack on a hotel that leaves the distraught owner as the chief suspect; to the mysterious case of a woman who goes missing in an underpass with a million lira in her handbag; to a threat on Montalbano’s own life, as an anonymous motorcyclist takes a shot at the detective.

"La mamma" und das wohlproportionierte Rasseweib, die schrullige Alte und die abenteuerlustige Hausfrau, die schüchterne Schönheit und der flotten Feger auf der Vespa: Sie alle gibt es auch anderswo - allerdings wohl nicht in so typischer Ausprägung wie in Italien. Da ist es kein Wunder, dass sich eine große Zahl von zeitgenössischen Erzählungen den Frauen des Landes widmet. Und die meisten der Texte stammen von Männern. Eine Merkwürdigkeit?