It's available to watch online for two months and is repeated on Wednesday at 00:45.
Showing posts with label The Wings of the Sphinx. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Wings of the Sphinx. Show all posts
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Montalbano's Wings of the Sphinx
Last night's episode of Inspector Montalbano, was The Wings of the Sphinx, based on the book, the eleventh in Camilleri's series.
It's available to watch online for two months and is repeated on Wednesday at 00:45.
The naked body of a young woman is discovered on a beach near Vigata. The girl was shot in the face, her identity is unknown and the only clue police have to go on is a butterfly tattoo on her shoulder. Montalbano sets to work trying to establish the girl's identity and investigates possible links between the murder victim and a local charity with connections to the Church. Meanwhile, his relationship with Livia continues to suffer as a result of his poor work/life balance.
It's available to watch online for two months and is repeated on Wednesday at 00:45.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The Wings of the Sphinx - sneak peek
The eleventh in Andrea Camilleri's Inspector Montalbano series, The Wings of the Sphinx, will be published on 29 December by Penguin USA. The UK edition will be out in June 2010.
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What ever happened to those early mornings when, upon awakening, for no reason, he would feel a sort of current of pure happiness running through him?
It wasn't the fact that the day was starting out cloudless and windless and shining bright with the sun. No, it was a different sensation, one that had nothing to do with his meteoropathic nature. If he had to explain, it was like feeling in harmony with all of creation, perfectly synchronized with a great stellar clock precisely positioned in space, at the very point that had been destined for him since birth.
Bullshit? Fantasy? Maybe.
But the indisputable fact was that he used to have this feeling rather often, whereas now, for the last few years, it was so long, nice knowing you. Gone. Vanished. In fact, nowadays early mornings very often inspired a feeling of refusal in him, a sort of instinctive rejection of what awaited him once he was forced to accept the new day, even if there were no particular hassles awaiting him in the hours ahead. And the proof of this was the way he acted upon emerging from sleep.
Translated by Stephen Sartarelli
(NB. typed in by me from an uncorrected proof and may not resemble the finished product.)
1What ever happened to those early mornings when, upon awakening, for no reason, he would feel a sort of current of pure happiness running through him?
It wasn't the fact that the day was starting out cloudless and windless and shining bright with the sun. No, it was a different sensation, one that had nothing to do with his meteoropathic nature. If he had to explain, it was like feeling in harmony with all of creation, perfectly synchronized with a great stellar clock precisely positioned in space, at the very point that had been destined for him since birth.
Bullshit? Fantasy? Maybe.
But the indisputable fact was that he used to have this feeling rather often, whereas now, for the last few years, it was so long, nice knowing you. Gone. Vanished. In fact, nowadays early mornings very often inspired a feeling of refusal in him, a sort of instinctive rejection of what awaited him once he was forced to accept the new day, even if there were no particular hassles awaiting him in the hours ahead. And the proof of this was the way he acted upon emerging from sleep.
Translated by Stephen Sartarelli
(NB. typed in by me from an uncorrected proof and may not resemble the finished product.)
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