Book review: The Lost Girls of Rome by Donato Carrisi
There are three or four stories wrapped up in this book. I hesitate to call it a novel as it fails so many tests.
None of the protagonists do much. They are puppets in the travelogue around Rome and environs, and in all cases anything significant is explained, usually at least twice. Once with the dialogue, and then with the following text:
‘Help me, please,’ she said, weeping, without realising that he was already helping her.
‘Yes,’ Costa said, struggling to restrain himself. He was clearly taken aback by the offensive way this man referred to his handicap.
And, of course, there’s the water. Well, that is, the repeated way water is used to ‘reveal’ a hidden door or trapdoor which we’d already guessed, even if the police forensic teams – and the main protagonists – had missed the obvious.
How this can be described as a “literary thriller phenomenon” is, truly, beyond me.