It's been several books that I find myself to buy when they fall from my hand; probably used; intrigues are becoming thinner and never achieved, which would not be a big deal for a Raymond Chandler by example, but here too psychology eventually burden the way, too Ovid and Cicero also, Donna Leon repeats and does not reread: sentences and whole paragraphs are downright incoherent in the context of a particular chapter and become almost abscons.Heureusement, it remains Brunetti but he seems to get bored more and more and we with him and Venice, here, seems a bit absent.
