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End Games (An Aurelio Zen Mystery)

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As the novel opens, Aurelio Zen has been appointed the acting police chief in a small Calabrian city. Zen's uneventful tenure is disturbed by the kidnapping and brutal murder of an American lawyer doing location scouting for a film company. To solve this crime, Zen must enter the closed world of the Calabrian countryside.

In the Anglo/American tradition of the crime novel, there may be some corruption in the world but in the end the system works. Criminals are caught and justice is done. Things are more complicated in the Latin crime novel. The system works in its own way but there are a whole series hidden rules that only the insiders know. Its a cynical and very old world approach to justice. The attraction of these stories is that they are so different from the rational and modern Anglo/American tradition.

Writing in this crime writing tradition, Michael Dibdin set each of the Aurelio Zen novels in a different part of Italy. In turn, each of the regions become supporting characters in his novels. Calabria is located in the toe of Italy and it is a region known for its poverty, its history of exploitation by feudal landowners and the toughness of its peasants. "End Games" is Dibdin's meditation on the world of rural banditry and the closed peasant communities in which this old tradition still survives.

Sadly, Michael Dibdin passed away in March 2007. "End Games" is the last book in the Aurelio Zen series. Mystery readers will greatly miss Dibdin and his complicated hero Aurelio Zen. For fans of this memorable series, it is good to know that Dibdin ended the series in fine fashion. For fans of the Latin crime novel, I would recommend reading Paco Ignacio Taibo, Leonardo Sciascia and Rubem Fonseca. All great writers and social commentators.

"End Games" is Michael Dibdin's last book and he and his much loved Italian detective, Aurelio Zen, will be terribly missed by thousands of fans. Happily, this last adventure of the sardonic and world-weary Venetian detective is one of his best ever.

While "End Games" shares some of the classic story elements of early Zen books--his quasi exiling to a provincial city of Italy for some offense to the powers that be; his cynicism about Italian politics and the Italian character; and his middle-aged angst--there is clever and farcical humor in this story that I don't remember seeing in the series since "Cosi Fan Tutti."

Zen shares this book with a number of broadly drawn American characters who, at times, seem borrowed from Carl Hiaasen's dark romps in Florida. That resemblance in no way detracts from the storyline and merges well with Zen's attempts to tip-toe through a temporary stay in unfamiliar and xenophobic Calabria.

No need to explain the plot of the book, but suffice it to say that it is highly original and constantly zig-zagging until the end. "End Games" is an entirely satisfying finale to a wonderful series and a fine testimony to the writing career of Michal Dibdin, who passed away this year.

With the death of British author Michael Dibdin this past April at age 60, the peripatetic career of Italian police investigator Aurelio Zen comes to an end after 11 books.

Zen, always an outsider, always a bit homesick for his native Venice, conducts each investigation in a different region. Although based in Rome, Zen's penchant for rocking the status quo and pursuing leads into inconvenient places finds him frequently exiled, often to places even less to his liking.

From his first appearance in Perugia ("Ratking"), where Dibdin taught English for four years, to Sardinia, Naples, Rome, Bologna, Venice, Sicily, Piedmont, Tuscany, the Dolomites, and Calabria, Zen casts a critical eye on the local people, customs and sociopolitical systems, finding most of it wanting.

But he generally feels the same way about his colleagues, with a few exceptions, and has little respect for the cozy relationships between powers that be. Ironic and detached, he's apolitical and not above bending, even breaking, the law when it suits him. He negotiates the corruption and gamesmanship of the police bureaucracy with skill, but he's just contrary and independent enough to keep himself from advancing in his career. Improvisation is one of his strongest investigative techniques and while he never beats the system (not even Superman can do that), he outwits its members regularly.

Both dark and comic, the Zen series offers regional immersion, complex plots, flesh-and-blood characters and some of the best writing in detective fiction. Zen himself is not the same from book to book. While always partial to the finer comforts of life, he can be crotchety, depressed, even petty and neurotic.

In "End Games," he has been sent to remote Calabria to cool his heels as the temporary provincial police chief until the permanent man - who has shot himself in the foot with his never-used firearm - recovers.

The harsh heat, the unforgiving sun, the brief, spectacular thunder showers, the penchant for touching one another during conversation; all these peculiarities pale beside the inedible food. His chief complaint is the ubiquitous tomato.

"Not for the first time, he asked himself how this bland, yet cloying fruit had come to stand as the symbol of Italian cuisine worldwide, despite the fact that until a century or so ago very few Italians had even seen a tomato...." Mentally ranting, Zen finally runs down. "Obsession was an occupational hazard in Calabria, but obsessing about tomatoes was absurd."

Outside, chatting with the proprietor, he learns that Peter Newman - the American victim in his kidnapping case and a lawyer for an American movie company - was actually a native Calabrian who had immigrated to the U.S. And not just any Calabrian but the descendant of the area's largest, most notorious landowning family, the Calopezzatis, a family who had owned half of Calabria until the land reform acts of the 1950s.

Curioser and curioser, the man's U.S. immigration papers are marked "sensitive," and not for distribution to foreigners. Zen gets the information he needs easily enough, but it only poses more questions.

Meanwhile, the reader has already seen a man climb a hill to his doom and met the wealthy American gamer, Jake Daniels, and his chief enforcer and factotum, Martin Nguyen, whose father had been a torturer for the Diem regime. Daniels is the man behind the movie project - a filming of "Revelations" with a famous old Italian director. The movie is simply an elaborate cover for a treasure hunt. When they find the treasure they intend to have six Iraqis dig it up then get rid of them with a car bomb back home to keep things quiet.

" `You mean like permadeath?' said Jake. `Man, that's heavy.' "

When a French tourist discovers Peter Newman on top of that hill with his head blown off, Zen needs to delve into some not-so-ancient history. But the Calabrian tradition of silence is even more serious than he knows.

As always, Dibdin's plot becomes more complex as more people stick their fingers in, stirring things and thinking they are clever. Some of them are, some not, but their moves - desperate, sneaky, remorseful, murderous or vengeful - and Zen's countermoves, create a twisting, many-layered plot with reverberating consequences.

You never know who's going to die in a Dibdin novel, despite the comic aspects, so there is a tension that goes beyond the casual brutality and zany aspects of the story. Though it's sad to have such a masterful series end, Dibdin has struck the right balance between humor, darkness and cultural insight.

New readers and old fans alike may be tempted to start again from the beginning. Dibdin and Aurelio Zen will be missed.

When the new chief of police of Calabria in southern Italy shoots himself in the foot, Aurelio Zen, a Venetian in his heart and soul is temporarily transferred there. He is given indirect instructions to be a policeman and not make any real decisions. It is so quiet he is bored until an America lawyer working for a movie company is kidnapped. Instead of the usual cash ransom to win the victim's freedom, the kidnapper kills Mr. Newman.

While Zen is investigating the homicide, a rich American is using the movie company and the director who is supposed to film Apocalypse, based on Revelations, as a cover to find the tomb of the Goth Alaric. The kidnapper knows that the American wants a priceless artifact that was stolen from the temple; he finds a way to get a piece of the action. Zen learns about both stings and instead of ignoring it like he is supposed to do, he organizes a big operation to take out most of the criminal element in the area.

This is the eleventh but sadly last Aurelio Zen mystery, fittingly titled, as Michael Dibdin recently died. This final book, published posthumously, is a perfect example of what the entire series is like. The protagonist is intelligent and likes to be in on the action but he is politically incorrect, which means he will not be up for promotion anytime soon. Instead the hero is like an old west good guy gunslinger fighting a range war, which would explain his appeal to Americans.

Harriet Klausner

Elegant, witty, and stylish final entry in the Aurelio Zen series. Dibdin and Zen are at the top of their games in this deftly plotted tale of a grisly murder involving West Coast techno moguls, Calabrian movers, shakers, and grandmothers, and Italy's elite terrorist police squad. Dibdin's insights into modern and ancient culture never miss their mark and are by turns hilarious, bleak, and tender.

What a loss!

After the criminally misunderstood Back to Bologna, Dibdin returned to a more traditional (by his standards, in any case) tone for what would sadly prove to be his last Aurelio Zen novel (and, to get this straight: this is all Dibdin's work. The proofs were released a good while before he died, and, I had finished my copy the very day before he passed away. So no more mumbling about it being completed post-mortem, please.) It still has the cruel wit of the previous novel, but lacks the elements of farce and pastiche which made Back to Bologna such an unconventional work in his canon. And, as a result, is far more likely to be appreciated both by existing fans and newcomers. Indeed, in tyhat traditional sense End Games is a complete return to his novels of old, prior to And Then You Die, say, or maybe even Cosi Fan Tuti. Zen is on excellent form, more interesting in this novel than possibly ever before. Posted to Calabria to investigate the disappearance of an American ex-pat lawyer, he meets with a wall of silence and the uncomfortable presence of an American film director looking to film an interpretation of the Book of Revelations, and his backers, who themselves are hunting for something far more related to Zen's profession...

Here, if it is even possible, Dibdin conveys the best portrait of any of his chosen Itaian regions yet, the most atmospheric rendition of a time and place. With both his outsiders and insiders eye, Dibdin consistently manages to produce twistedly authentic pictures of his Italy, laid bare with a logical and sometimes wilfully baffled eye. The writing itself has absolute wit, and can be lushly biting in its description of people and their motives. His can be clear in his prose as well as being able to create sentences that writhe like vines, ripe with humour, insight, and lexical wizardy all at the same time. Above all things, Dibdin was always a supremely brilliant writer of prose, and that is why he never really put a foot wrong. The literary world has lost a great talent, but End Games - completely engaging, full of event, suspenseful and an absolute reader's treat - is a wonderful final note to leave on. As a fiction thriller writer myself, I`m saddened by the death of this great author. . .In the backlists of crime fiction, long live Aurelio Zen!

Just when I try a new author, I find that this brilliant writer has recently died, so I'll try to find his earlier books as I enjoyed this one so much. Police Captain Aurelio Zen has been transferred to a temporary posting in Calabria where factions, families and old vendettas still burn after decades have passed. The mutilated body of an American business man is found where he had been supposedly searching for locations for a proposed movie. Through a local contact, a dubious character with a shady past and crooked connections, a plot comes to light which involves searching for buried treasure in an ancient, submerged tomb. Zen has to battle with local villains, local traditions and unspeakable cruelty to young children to finally solve this case, with all of the glory going to the policeman he's replaced. Michael Dibdin has a wonderfully easy writing style which made this book a quick, easy read and one which I highly recommend.

In his final (sadly) Aurelio Zen mystery, Michael Dibdin remains true to the characterization he has created for his all too human detective. Dibdin continues to show clear insight into, and understanding of, the Italian cultures that he writes about. The story line is intriguing, and the characters are fascinating. Yes, I'm a big fan. I have read all 11 of the Aurelio Zen mysteries, and I will miss both Michael and Aurelio.

In choosing to publish a work-in-progress, someone has sadly tarnished the legacy of Michael Dibdin and his beloved creation, Aurelio Zen. Unlike every other book in the series, End Games substitutes caricature for characterization, indulges in Meaningful Dialogue (wink, wink!) instead of naturalistic phrasing, and fails to convey the vivid sense of place that was always a hallmark of Dibdin's work. End Games contains wonderful vignettes, but these are offset by bizarre and laughable set pieces. To say that the plot line is baroque would barely get at its implausibility. This is a sad ending to one of the most charming detective series of the 20th/21st centuries.

Dibdin doing what he does best through Aurelio! The reader is immersed into the culture, people and life intrigues of Italy. As always, an interesting story line fleshed out with humor, compassion and even educational snippets. Sadly, this is the last Zen novel. I will sorely miss him.