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Camilleri's Inspector Montalbano series, making a belated first appearance in the U.S., has long been a staple of both Italian and German best-seller lists. It's easy to see why: Camilleri captures that special blend of lethargy, cynicism, and reluctant commitment that drives the best fictional Italian cops (e.g., Michael Dibdin's Aurelio Zen). Salvo Montalbano, police inspector in the small Sicilian town of Vigata, has a potentially explosive case on his plate: a local politician has been found dead in his car, apparently the victim of a heart attack. The position of the politician's pants (around his ankles) and the location of the car (parked in an abandoned field where prostitutes ply their trade) suggest that the victim may have died in flagrante delicto. Higher-ups want the embarrassing case closed quickly, but Montalbano smells a setup. Unlike many European cops dealing with the horrors of modernity, Montalbano is no melancholic brooder; rather, he puts a comic face on the noir world, sorting through multiple layers of corruption Sicilian style while still finding time to enjoy a good lunch. Keep the translations coming--and quickly. --Bill Ott

Urbane Sicilian police inspector Salvo Montalbano, whose exploits have sold more than four million copies in Europe, makes his long overdue U.S. debut in this spare and spry English translation of the first novel in the series. When two garbage collectors find the body of local politician Silvio Luparello locked in his BMW with his pants down, in "the Pasture," the Vigta town dump frequented by whores and drug dealers, the coroner rules that Luparello died of natural causes, despite clear evidence to the contrary. Montalbano refuses to oblige his superiors who want a hasty close to the case, and it will take a corrupt lawyer's murder to break it open. The author's view of Sicily is the all-too-common one of a poor and backward place that many would like to see separated from the rest of Italy. Camilleri's strength lies in his gallery of eccentric characters: Signora Luparello, the victim's admirably cool widow; Geg, a pimp and old classmate of Montalbano's; Giosue Contino, an 82-year-old schoolteacher who shoots at people because he thinks his 80-year-old wife is cheating on him; and Anna Ferrara, Montalbano's attractive deputy, "who every now and then, for whatever reason, would try to seduce him." Even the two garbage men have Ph.D.s. The maverick Montalbano doesn't hesitate to destroy clues or extract money from a crook to help a child, but his wrapping up the case by telling rather than showing, while acceptable to European audiences, may disappoint action-oriented American fans. (May 20) Forecast: Bestsellers in Italy and Germany, the mysteries in this series have been adapted for Italian TV. Don't count on their airing here anytime soon outside the Italian-language cable channel. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

An elegant translation of the first in a popular Italian series, in which world-weary, empathetic Sicilian Inspector Salvo Montalbano is handed a hot potato when the body of Silvio Luparello, a local politico, is found in the Pasture, the little town of Vigata's red-light district. The death seems to have occurred in flagrante of natural causes, but Montalbano's instincts tell him something is wrong. After years of patiently working behind the scenes, Luparello was about to take center stage. Why would he risk scandal by grazing in a place like the Pasture? Montalbano keeps the case open in spite of pressure from his supervisor, a judge, and a bishop to close it. Luparello's closest political ally, the lawyer Pietro Rizzo, then proposes an astonishing new alliance with Dr. Cardamone, an enemy of both Luparello and Rizzo. Is this maneuver related to several clues that place Cardamone's promiscuous daughter-in-law at the scene of Luparello's death? A lucrative reward is being offered through dubious channels for one such clue, a distinctive necklace taken from the scene by a poor garbage collector. When Luparello's dry-eyed widow insists that she knows what her husband's peccadilloes were and were not, Montalbano explores another network of crimes and desires, as tangled as the tentacles of that Sicilian specialty, the octopus. Subtle, sardonic, and molto simpatico: Montalbano is the Latin re-creation of Philip Marlowe, working in a place that manages to be both more and less civilized than Chandler's Los Angeles.