Uniform justice

Donna Leon

Large print - 2004

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Published
Thorndike, Me. : Center Point Pub 2004.
Language
English
Main Author
Donna Leon (-)
Edition
Large print ed
Item Description
Originally published: 2003.
Physical Description
286 p. (large print)
ISBN
9781585474127
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Review by Booklist Review

American readers, having endured seven long years without a new Guido Brunetti novel, can now celebrate the return of Leon's world-weary Venetian commissario. Brunetti, like Michael Dibdin's Aurelio Zen, is beyond idealism; he swims freely in corrupt waters yet attempts to carve out a separate peace for himself in the way he does his work and lives his life. Both are challenged by his latest case, involving the apparent suicide of a cadet at a Venetian military academy. The boy's father, a reform-minded politician, knows his son didn't kill himself but refuses to talk. As Brunetti slogs through the usual mire of corruption and cover-up, he ponders how long it would be possible to go back and forth between his professional world and his private world without introducing the contamination of the first to the second. It is that private world--Brunetti's family life--that drives this wonderfully warmhearted, tragicomic series. Brunetti's interactions with his wife say much in few words, as when he attempts to criticize her tolerant attitude by chiding, Love before truth? and she replies, Love before everything, I'm afraid, Guido. Those two words, I'm afraid, transform a potentially sentimental, even trite, exchange into a something very different: yes, love trumps justice, but living with that fact isn't all romance. It's high time this series earns the accolades in the U.S. it has been receiving in Europe for years. --Bill Ott Copyright 2003 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

In this superb novel, Leon's latest in the Commissario Guido Brunetti series (A Noble Radiance, etc.), the Venetian police detective and family man is summoned to the exclusive San Martino Military Academy, where Cadet Ernesto Moro has been found dead, hanging in the lavatory. The other cadets and the academy brass give a chilly reception to any "civilians" who trespass into their midst, including the Venetian police. Believing Cadet Moro was the victim of homicide rather than suicide, Brunetti traces a sinister trail that leads to the dead boy's father, a doctor-turned-politician who once revealed then ducked the ramifications of a military procurement scandal. This is not the Venice of Thomas Mann or Henry James-the palazzos, gondoliers and Doges' monuments are all but overlooked. Leon's city is winter-cold and gray, with corruption rather than gilt glinting through the fog, and a culture in the grip of a Kafkaesque bureaucracy that runs on secrets and bribes. Humane and intelligent, a good man working in an impossible system, Brunetti displays an acerbic, economical wisdom. The plot flows along like the Adriatic tide through a narrow canal-swift, none-too-clean and inevitable. This is an outstanding book, deserving of the widest audience possible, a chance for American readers to again experience a master practitioner's art. (Sept. 29) Forecast: A 50,000-copy first printing and a $75,000 promotional budget, plus a contest aimed at booksellers and librarians for a free trip for two to Venice, will help raise the profile of an author who hasn't been published in the U.S. since 1996. European reviewers consistently put Leon in the same class as Ruth Rendell and Patricia Highsmith, and American critics should start doing the same. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

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Review by Library Journal Review

Even the parents of a cadet found hanged aren't cooperating with Venetian detective Brunetti's efforts to determine whether the death was suicide-or murder. Librarians interested in a free trip to Venice should check out www.groveatlantic.com for contest details. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

After half a dozen adventures published abroad, Venice's sorely missed Commissario Guido Brunetti (Acqua Alta, 1996, etc.) returns to American bookshops in the case of the hanged cadet. If Ernesto Moro doesn't seem to have been close to either any of his fellow cadets at the San Martino Military Academy or indeed to his own family, that's because neither group is exactly nurturing. San Martino is governed by a code of decorum so strict that when Brunetti engages young Giuliano Ruffo in a conversation about music without his parents' consent, his superiors call him to account. And the Moro family seems equally remote from each other. Dottor Fernando Moro, formerly an incorruptible Member of Parliament, separated from his wife Federica, who was shot and nearly killed in a hunting accident, around the same time he resigned his government post, and neither parent is able to account for their daughter Valentina. As Brunetti, haunted by questions Ernesto's apparent (and eagerly accepted) suicide raises for his own luckier family, proceeds in his leisurely investigations, a pattern of systematic wrongdoing slowly emerges--a pattern more interesting than any of the characters who seem stifled by the miasmal corruption. A powerful indictment of an Italian society in which "scandal had the same shelf life as fresh fish: by the third day, both were worthless; one because it had begun to stink, the other because it no longer did." Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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Brunetti arrived before the children did, so he opted to keep Paola company while she finished preparing the meal. As she set the table, he lifted pot lids and opened the oven, comforted to find nothing but familiar dishes: lentil soup, chicken smothered in red cabbage, and what looked like radicchio di Treviso. "Are you bringing all of your detective skills to bear in examining that chicken?" Paola asked as she set glasses on the table. "No, not really," he said, closing the oven and standing upright. "My investigation has to do with the radicchio, Signora, and whether there are perhaps traces in it of the same pancetta I detected in the lentil soup." "A nose as good as that," she said, coming over and placing the tip of her finger on it, "could effectively put an end to crime in this city." "I went to see Signora Moro," he began, pausing to see if Paola would react. She did not, so he went on, "I wanted to talk to her about the hunting accident." "And?" Paola prodded. "Someone shot at her from the woods near her friends' house, but then some other hunters came along and took her to the hospital." "Are you sure they were other hunters?" Paola asked, giving evidence that her native skepticism had been enhanced by more than two decades of marriage to a policeman. "It would seem so," he said, leaving it at that. Knowing how reluctant he would be to mention him, Paola asked, "And the boy?" "She said that he didn't kill himself, and that's all she said." "She's his mother," Paola said. "Believe her." Excerpted from Uniform Justice by Donna Leon All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.