During a robbery, Raffaello Beggiato takes a young woman & her child hostage & later murders them. Beggiato is arrested, tried, & sentenced to death. The victims' father & husband plunges into an ever-deepening abyss until one day, years later, when the murder seeks his pardon, the wounded Silvan...
Tanto per aggiungere un altro tassellino alla mia avanscoperta noir prendo la tutto sommato saggia decisione di stoppare il mio momento di sguazzamento oltreoceano e anziché essere in perenne apertura esterofila.. gettare giusto un'occhiata a chi mi sta dietro casa, tipo Massimo Carlotto. E devo ...
"Carlotto is the reigning king of Mediterranean noir."-The Boston Phoenix After serving years in jail for a crime he didn't commit, Massimo Carlotto received a presidential pardon in 1993. The first book he wrote as a free man was The Fugitive, telling of his years on the run from a politically m...
A winter Wednesday in northeastern Italy. During the day, the roads filled up with commuters and semitrailers. Long lines of vehicles crept along overburdened superhighways, national highways, and provincial roads. In Padua and Vicenza, as on so many Wednesdays before this one, air pollution was ...
He removed his gloves and overcoat, keeping his scarf around his neck. His name was Renato Bonotto. I had worked for him before. He paid well and liked to win. His latest case had to be something pretty big to make him come looking for me during the last weekend of the Christmas vacation. &...
When she pressed her red lips to the microphone to sing Good Morning Kiss, I’d hold my breath so I could savor every single moment. She was imitating Carmen Lundy’s voice and style, but you had to strain to notice it. She’d never make it big, not even in the small-town clubs. She sang jazz songs ...
Two days after the disappearance of Tortorelli, Terreti, and a million euros. I recognized them immediately. One of the pair was the guy in the white Fiat Punto who we’d blindsided at the service plaza. The other guy was a character with a peasant face and a cruel manner. They showed up for break...
Breakfast time was long past and I had to settle for an espresso. The proprietor’s mother-in-law was subjecting me, as she did every morning, to a rapid-fire burst of questions about my private life, to which I didn’t bother to respond. She had figured out that I was a good for nothing and wanted...