La scrittura di De Giovanni è piacevole ed i suoi intrecci narrativi avvincenti. Bravissimo anche nello scrivere il profilo psicologico dei suoi personaggi. Molto televisivo. Leggere Buio per i Bastardi di Pizzofalcone è stato divertente. Meno divertente il finale, quando ti rendi conto che ti trovi nel mezzo di una serie TV che ti rimanda al libro successivo. Questo lo trovo irritante. Se questo deve essere meglio leggersi un bel fumetto. ( )

Secondo libro della serie, bellissimo quanto il primo pur raccontando stavolta una storia che definire durissima è poco.
I singoli personaggi della squadra continuano ad acquistare corpo e le vicende personali si aggiungono alle storie delle indagini effettuate.
Da non perdere assolutamente. ( )

Competent follow-up to the first two (Crocodile and Bastards of Pizzofalcone). A little boy, grandson to an obscenely wealthy loan shark, is kidnapped; his divorced parents are at each other's throats. Another couple - not divorced but who also loathe each other - reports a very fishy apartment burglary. And a listless, miserable, lonely old woman appears to be the next target of an angel of death, believed by one of the team to be murdering such sufferers to relieve them of their burdensome lives. The team peels off to pursue these disparate challenges, while they all try to deal with their private demons. This is where some of De Giovanni's "tricks" are starting to irritate. Virtually every female character (and they are almost all "beautiful") is sexualized with repeated descriptions of their breasts, their "derrieres," the lines of their bodies. This includes a not-totally convincing pair of lesbian women, who seem to suffer spasms of horniness that just have a very male sensibility. De Giovanni also seems to like to torment children - two out of the three books I've read in the series have this as a central focus. Which feels icky, including a weird, apropos-of-nothing-else scene of child sexual abuse - and from a writer who in other pages waxes nearly hysterical about how children are the be-all, the end-all, the only thing in the universe worth having. It's kind of creepy. So, maybe I'll try the next one, but hope for better - or at least different - things. ( )

È il secondo testo in cui figurano i poliziotti del commissariato di Pizzofalcone, popoloso distretto di Napoli, chiassoso e struggente, che devono difendere l’anima più fragile da una città che sembra accanirsi contro i più deboli.

New author for me. Interesting twist on an Italian police procedural.
Collection of police misfits assembled into a last-ditch squad.
Attempted solving of an apparently linked burglary and kidnapping. At the very end, it literally ends with no real solution or conclusion. Not for a pleasant afternoon's reading. ( )