The Marshal Makes His Report
Marshal Salvo Guarnaccia series, #8
by Magdalena Nabb
Marshal Salvo Guarnaccia of the Florentine Carabinieri (a military police force also responsible for civilian
investigations) is struggling over his final report on a murder investigation. The problem isn’t determining what
happened or what he wants to say about it. No, the real problem is how he feels about the fact that what he intends
to say for his own reasons is also what the socially connected chief public prosecutor would want him to say about
this case set amongst Florence’s oldest and richest families. It’s not a good feeling to agree with a man like that,
even if for different reasons. As the Marshal’s wife once told him, "...what’s right isn’t always what’s good."
When the Sicilian Marshall first saw the Florentine idea of a football tournament over fifteen years before, it
came as a shock. The parade beforehand in medieval dress provided a nice show, but the sheer brutal violence of what
occurred on the field, in those same medieval costumes, left him horrified. This year, however, violence strikes
off-field first, as a dwarf drags him away from the parade to deal with a dead man lying on the floor of his
library. The chief public prosecutor is upstairs attending a private concert at his close personal friends’ residence
when the Marshal arrives to inform the Marchesa that she is now a widow. When the Marshal subsequently finds himself
assigned to investigate a case that would normally be moved to Headquarters, he bitterly realizes the reason why.
He’s a nobody. Anything awkward—such as an insistence that the death was not just an unfortunate
accident—can be hushed up and ignored. If the Marshal doesn’t like it, well, nobodies can easily be
transferred elsewhere.
Once again the author leads the reader into the Florence of those who live there, a very different world from the
Uffizi Palace of the tourist guides. It’s filled with memorable characters and equally memorable subplots around
their lives, including the Marshal’s own. While the Marshal and Maigret are very different people, except perhaps in
physique, and Simenon’s classic stories are set in France rather than Italy, there’s a similar enjoyment to be found
in these beautifully written tales. Not surprisingly, the late Ms. Nabb and Simenon shared a mutual respect.
Highly recommended. |
The Book |
Soho Crime |
September 2008 (originally published in 1991) |
Trade Paperback |
9781569475324 |
Mystery / Police Procedural [1990s Florence, Italy] |
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The Reviewer |
Kim Malo |
Reviewed 2008 |
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