The final pages—featuring a last phone call, a last meal, and a last walk on the beach—are devastatingly beautiful. Camilleri lets Montalbano fade out not with a bang, but with a quiet, knowing sigh.
This meta-fictional twist is jarring at first, but it becomes the novel’s secret weapon. It’s Camilleri’s wry, loving farewell. He knows we know this is the end, and he uses the artificiality of the detective genre to explore the very real fatigue of a man who has seen too much crime. Andrea Camilleri Commissario Montalbano 27 ...
★★★★☆ (4/5)