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Donna Leon - The Golden Egg

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Over the years, the Donna Leons best-selling Commissario Guido Brunetti series has conquered the heart of lovers of finely-plotted character-driven mysteries all over the world. Brunetti, both a perceptive sleuth and a principled family man, has exposed readers to Venice in all its aspects: its history, beauty, architecture, seasons, food and social life, but also the crime and corruption that seethe below the surface of In as the first leaves of autumn begin to fall, Brunettis ambitious boss, Patta, asks him to look into a seemingly insignificant violation of public vending laws by a shopkeeper, who happens to be the future daughter-in-law of the Mayor. Brunetti, who has no interest in helping Patta enrich his political connections, has little choice but to ask around to see if the bribery could cause a scandal. Then, Brunettis wife Paola comes to him with an unusual request of her own. The deaf, mentally disabled man who worked at their dry-cleaners has died of a sleeping-pill overdose, and Paolas kind heart cant take the idea that he lived and died without anyone noticing him, or helping him. To please her, Brunetti begins to ask questions. He is surprised when he finds that the man left no official record: no birth certificate, no passport, no drivers license, no credit cards. The man owns nothing, is registered nowhere. As far as the Italian government is concerned, the man never existed. It is even more surprising because, with his physical and mental handicaps, both he and his mother were entitled to financial support from the state. And yet, despite no official record of the mans life, there is his body. Stranger still, the dead mans mother is reluctant to speak to the police and claims that her sons identification papers were stolen in a burglary. As clues stack up, Brunetti suspects that the Lembos, a family of aristocratic copper magnates, might be somehow connected to the death. But could anyone really want this sweet, simple-minded man dead? Donna Leons Brunetti series has gotten better and better in recent years, with countless reviews praising her remarkable ability to keep the books fresh, the depths of feeling genuine. This story of a troubled life is undoubtedly one of her most touching, emotionally powerful books, a standout for the series.

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Donna Leon The Golden Egg Atlantic Monthly Press New York For Frances - photo 1

Donna Leon

The Golden Egg

Atlantic Monthly Press New York For Frances Fyfield lasciate che al mio - photo 2

Atlantic Monthly Press

New York

For Frances Fyfield

lasciate,

che al mio core, al mio bene

io porga almen gil ultimi baci. Ahi, pene!

leave me,

to give my beloved, my son,

one last kiss. Ah, what suffering!

Giulio Cesare

Handel

1

It was a peaceful night at the Brunetti home, and dinner progressed in harmony. Brunetti sat at his usual place, his son Raffi beside him; opposite Brunetti sat his wife, Paola, and beside her their daughter, Chiara. A plate of fritto misto to which vegetables, particularly Chiaras current favourite, carrots, had been added with a liberal hand had initiated the peaceful mood; the conversation had maintained it. School, work, a neighbours new puppy, the first Labradoodle to be seen in Venice: the topics flowed into and from one another, and then on to yet others, all of them tied in some way to the city in which they lived.

Though they were Venetian, the conversation took place in Italian rather than in Veneziano, Brunetti and Paola having decided that the children would learn the dialect anyway from their friends and on the street. This had indeed happened, and so the children spoke Veneziano as easily as did their father, who had been raised speaking it. Paola had picked it up and it was perhaps to her credit that it embarrassed her to confess this from the servants who had filled her familys palazzo when she was growing up, rather than from her parents, and so she spoke it less fluently than the others. She felt no embarrassment quite the contrary in having achieved almost native fluency in English from her childhood nanny and was pleased that she had managed to pass the language on to both her children, though the transmission had been aided by classes with a private tutor and summer study in England.

Families, much in the manner of churches, have rituals and rules which puzzle non-members. They also place high value on things which members of other groups do not prize to the same degree. If the Brunettis had a religion, aside from a formal adherence to some of the outward, decorative manifestations of Christianity, it was language. Puns and jokes, crossword puzzles and teasers were to them what communion and confirmation were to Catholics. Bad grammar was a venial sin; deliberate corruption of meaning was mortal. The children had taken pride in reaching the stages of awareness where they, too, could partake in the progressively more serious sacraments; raised in this faith, they did not think to question its values.

Later, when the plates from which they had eaten the baked finocchio with rosemary were removed from the table, Chiara set her water glass down with a thump and said, They all lived happily ever after.

Clorindas eyes met Giuseppes, and together they gazed happily down at the baby, Paola said immediately in a voice she pumped full of emotion.

Raffi looked across at his sister and mother, tilted his chin and studied a painting on the other side of the room, and then said, And so it was: the radical procedure left even the doctors who performed it astonished: indeed, for the first time in history, a baby had successfully been delivered from a mans body.

It took Brunetti but a moment to say, As he was wheeled into the delivery room, Giuseppe had time to say, She is nothing to me, my love. You are the only mother of my child.

Chiara, who had listened to the contributions of the others with growing interest, added, Only the strongest of marriages could survive such an event, but Clorinda and Giuseppe knew a love that passed all understanding and leaped over every obstacle. Yet for a moment, Clorinda wavered. But with Kimberly? The friend of my heart?

Back to Paola, who said in the cool voice of the narrator, In order to preserve the rock of honesty upon which their marriage was founded, it was necessary for Giuseppe to confess the lengths to which his desire for a child had driven him. It was meaningless, my love. I did it for us.

You brute, Clorinda sobbed, you betray me like this. What of my love? What of my honour? This was Raffis second contribution, to which he added, And with my best friend.

Leaping at the opening this created, Chiara broke in out of turn and said, He lowered his head in shame and said, Alas, it is Kimberlys child.

Paola banged her hand on the table to get their attention and demanded, But thats impossible. The doctors told us we would never have children.

Incensed at having had his turn stolen and by his wife Brunetti broke in to say, doing his best to sound like a pregnant man, I am with child, Clorinda.

For a moment, no one spoke as they all ran their way backwards through the dialogue and accompanying narrative to see if they fulfilled the family requirement for a story filled with cheap melodrama, clich and outrageous characterization. When it was clear that no one had anything to add to the beginning of the story, Paola got to her feet, saying, Theres ricotta-lemon cake for dessert.

Later, as they sat in the living room, having coffee, Paola asked Brunetti, Do you remember the first time Raffi brought Sara here, and she thought we were all mad?

Clever girl, Brunetti said. Good judge of people.

Oh, come on, Guido; you know she was shocked.

Shes had years to get used to us, Brunetti said.

Yes, she has, Paola said, leaning back in the sofa.

Brunetti took her empty cup and set it on the table in front of them. Is this grandmotherhood calling? he inquired.

Without thinking, she reached aside and poked him in the arm. Dont even joke about it.

You dont want to be a grandmother? he asked with feigned innocence.

I want to be the grandmother of a baby whose parents have university degrees and jobs, she answered, suddenly serious.

Are those so important? he asked, just as serious

as she.

We both have them, dont we? she asked by way of answer.

It is the usual custom to answer questions with answers, not with more questions, he observed, then got up and went into the kitchen, remembering to take the two cups with him.

He came back a few minutes later, carrying two glasses and a bottle of Calvados. He sat beside her, and poured them each a glass. He handed her one and took a sip of his own.

If they have degrees and jobs, it means theyll be older when they have children. Perhaps wiser, Paola said.

Were we? Brunetti asked.

Ignoring his question, she went on. And, if they get a decent education, theyll know more, and that might help.

And the jobs?

Theyre not so important, I think. Raffis bright, so he shouldnt have trouble finding one.

Bright and well-connected, Brunetti clarified, not thinking it polite to refer directly to the wealth and power of Paolas family.

Of course, she said, able to admit to these things with him. But brights more important.

Brunetti, who agreed, confined himself to a nod and another sip of the Calvados. The last thing he told me was that he wanted to study microbiology.

Paola considered this, then said, I dont even know what it is they do. She turned to him and smiled. Do you ever think about that, Guido, about all those disciplines we name every day: microbiology, physics, astrophysics, mechanical engineering. We mention them, we even know people who work at them, but I wouldnt be able to tell you what it is they actually do. Would you?

He shook his head. Its so different from the old

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