It’s a few days before Christmas and all Marshal Salvatore Guarnaccia, a Sicilian based in Florence, wants to do is travel south to spend the holiday with his family. But he is in bed sick with the flu. The city's police stations are understaffed due to the impending holidays and anyway Pitti station usually only has minor crimes to deal with, so when a call comes through about a murder Carabinieri Bacci, a young cadet still at police school, is unsure whether to wake the Marshal or begin investigating himself. Bacci is always impeccably dressed, well intentioned and knows all the textbook procedures has absolutely no practical experience.

When Bacci arrives alone at a small apartment complex he discovers the body of Mr. Langley-Smythe, a seemingly respectable English bachelor who had previously worked for the British embassy in Rome before retiring to Florence. More puzzling however, is an ancient Roman majolica bust found nearby and a safe filled with various foreign banknotes. Langley-Smythe was an apparent reclusive miser with no known friends or enemies, so who shot him in the back and where did all the money come from?

Being a British citizen with some influential family members two detectives from New Scotland Yard are sent to assist in the investigation. The British detectives have very limited Italian language skills whilst Bacci's Captain speaks no English at all so Bacci is kept on the investigation to act as an interpreter.

Initially it seemed somewhat disconcerting that Guarnaccia is pretty well permanently laid up in bed and has very little involvement in the actual investigation given that he is supposedly the central figure of these books. Initially we only see him through Bacci's eyes, who regards him as an obese old man with possible Mafia links. But as the book reaches its climax we see Guarnaccia in a very different light, as a sensitive man and a good detective.

It's always interesting to see how different cultures react to one another when thrown together in a situation, throw in the added complication of a language barrier and you have the ingredients of an interesting tale, and Nabb seems to have been a keen observer.

There is a real motley crew of neighbours living in the victim's apartment block who add both colour and humour. We are shown the role of Italian night guards, given a glimpse into the relations between the North and the South of the country, the shady world of illegal antique exports and Nabb takes a sly poke at British ex-pats who live in the country without bothering to try to learn the language or the food. But the most important element is the city itself. You can almost visualise its narrow streets with its once grand buildings now struggling under the ravages of modern traffic.

In truth I'm not a real fan of detective novels but it felt like a homage to the Sherlock Holmes' novels, where others do all the grunt work and then Holmes or in this case Guarniccia with a piece of insight solves the crime. This also had the distinction that come the end of the book I felt that the murderer was the real victim here.

I found this a quick, entertaining read with some interesting characters. I'm curious to learn more about the Marshal and I cannot help but feel that Nabb was only testing the water with this book so surely those that follow must be even better so consequently I will be keeping my eyes peeled for the next book in the series. ( )

This mystery is set in Florence where the author lived for a long time. Marshall Guarnaccia has 'flu and the murder of an Englishman must be investigated by his superior assisted by two Scotland Yard detectives who speak little Italian and Carabineire Bacci who is able to translate. A very enjoyable mystery set at Christmas without being sugary, and featuring well developed characters and an engaging story. ( )

At first, I was somewhat stunned when I realized that most of the action in this book would take place while the marshal-- the main character-- is flat on his back in bed. But then I fell under the spell of Magdalen Nabb's Florence. This slim volume contains an entire feast of the streets and neighborhoods of the city, of the Italian way of life, of the keen observation of people's behavior and habits, that I willingly let Guaraccia recuperate while I did my own observing and putting clues together.

Part of the magic of this book is having two Scotland Yard detectives working with the Italian caribinieri. There is the difficulty of not speaking each other's language as well as the differences in investigative procedures. While I watched this group of policemen slowly piece together facts that show the deceased Englishman wasn't as respectable as they first thought, I put together what I'd observed. Nabb is masterful at using Conan Doyle's Holmes and Watson Method: the Italian and British police being Watson, the marshal being Holmes, and the reader somewhere between the two.

First published in 1981, Death of an Englishman, isn't a foray into the dazzling science of forensics. This is a mystery for those who like to observe, ponder and arrive at their own conclusions. How close your deductions are to the author's solution depends on how well you've observed and pondered a disparate group of people all living in the same old apartment building. A batty old Englishwoman operating her own museum, a husband who always seems to be coming home during the wee hours of the morning, a high-spirited little girl (who reminded me more than a little of "The Ransom of Red Chief"), and several more should provide readers with everything they need to know... but it's not until Marshal Salvatore Guaraccia has recuperated sufficiently that everything falls into place. He proves that there's scarcely a thing that can escape his eagle eye.

The setting, the characters, the intricately constructed plot with its touches of humor and compassion... Death of an Englishman is a leisurely-paced book that I enjoyed even more than I'd anticipated. I look forward to returning to Florence and observing the marshal in the future. ( )

In this first novel in the series Marshall Guarnaccia hardly appears at all. He spends most of the novel confined to bed in a fever. In the end he solves the murder from within his fever dreams, while everyone else is solving another crime that they believe will lead them to the solution of the murder. The points most interesting about this novel is not the murder mystery but the way it shows the regional and class tensions between Florentines and Southern Italians; the feel it has for the combination of worldliness and claustrophobia of the Florentine streets and apartments; and the comical British who seem to arrive from the Island of the clueless to settle into the city of Machiavellian alleys and Renaissance beauty.

First in the Marshal Guarnaccia series, in which he investigates the death of a reprehensible expatriate. Even the minor characters are well-drawn and the reader almost feels as if she is in Italy. ( )