Flavia di Stefano is now the acting head of the art theft squad in Rome, newly married to art dealer/professor Jonathan Argyll and missing the advice of her former boss, General Bottando. The Italian government is planning an extravaganza of European art, but when one painting disappears after arriving in Rome, Flavia is requested to recover the painting, even if it requires paying a ransom, but on no account is anybody else to know either about the theft or the ransom. An impossible task, Flavia finds, and it is not long before she realizes that the entire operation has its roots deep in the very highest political offices in the land…. This is the seventh and last book in Iain Pears’ 1990s series featuring Flavia and Jonathan, and it winds up the series quite nicely. There is political intrigue, historical wrongdoings, beautiful paintings and more than one love affair, not to mention a couple of murders and a lot of money. I really love this series, especially after having visited Italy and seen some of the places depicted; I would recommend it for anybody who likes gently mocking dialogue, tons of art history, well-plotted mysteries and very engaging characters - but start with “The Raphael Affair,” the first in the series, and carry through to this book, the well-deserved end. ( )

A Claude picture on loan for a big international exhibition in Rome is stolen and held for ransom, but Flavia is ordered by the Prime Minister not to investigate but just hand over the ransom. What is going on?

Although it has its whimsical touches, this book is not as light-hearted as the rest of the series and in some ways is unnecessary as the previous book would have worked just as well as a wrap-up. Also I'm not entirely sure what we learn about two characters' back story is compatible with what we were told in previous books.

So it's not a bad book and would have worked well as a standalone, but it just doesn't fit in with the series as a whole in tone or, I suspect, content. ( )

This one is the most recent in the series... It was as tightly-plotted as 'Death and Restoration,' and the writing was as good, but I didn't like it as much - for personal reasons, I have to admit: At the outset, we're informed that Flavia and Jonathan have just gotten married. Of course, she immediately turns out to be pregnant. (It has to follow in that order, even though they've been living together for years, right?) The pregnancy is obvious to the reader (when is a woman ever repeatedly nauseous in a book except when she's pregnant?) but somehow not to Flavia. But of course, she's delighted when she finds out, even though this may very well mean the end of her brilliant career in the police force (Every career woman, upon getting pregnant just 'wants to stay home and paint the kitchen,' right? Argh.)

Anyway - the plot cleverly balances Jonathan's quest to discover the provenance of a painting owned by Flavia's boss, who is planning retirement, (Of course this involves sources dropping dead and uncomfortable secrets coming to light...) and Flavia's involvement with an art theft case - where the political implications reach straight up to the Prime Minister. Radical terrorists and plots to bring down the government may be involved - but are these just dead-end leads? Again, the villains are not quite who one might expect them to be, and lies and deceptions are layered one upon the other.... ( )

Even though this is the last in a series of novels featuring art crime, it was still engaging and I didn’t feel as though I was at sea with regard to the characters and their situation. Yeah, there’s some backstory there that I didn’t know, but it didn’t matter to the crime. I was puzzled as to who the main character was though, none of them hogged the screen time and since there were two separate mysteries to be solved it could have gone either way.

Early on there’s mention of an old nemesis; an art thief who got away with it and I knew she’d figure into the solution, but I was a tad surprised at how. Maybe if I’d read previous books first I’d have suspected. While I have to take the author’s art expertise on faith, I have my doubts because he’s one of those writers who thinks a bullet spins a person around and knocks them backwards. Not on this planet with our current laws of physics. Sigh. It’s so disappointing to read that particular line of bullshit over and over again. Will someone get a clue, please?

Anyway, overall it’s a satisfying mystery with plenty of pastoral Italian atmosphere. It makes you want to wander Florence and Tuscany drinking wine, eating olives and appreciating art. I may pick up earlier volumes in the series when I need something relatively cozy. ( )

Op zich geen slecht boek, maar het was ook niet altijd even spannend. Meer een intelligentieoefening dan een echt misdaadverhaal, zo voelde het in ieder geval toch aan. Af en toe zelfs behoorlijk voorspelbaar. (Flavia's toestand, Bottando's schilderij.) Hoewel ik het wel grappig vond dat je zelfs op het allerlaatste nog geen idee krijgt van het mysterieuze schilderij en wie het nu geschilderd kan hebben. ( )