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Leonardo Sciacia. El cavaliere e la morte. 1988. 91 pp.

A detective novel... it seems. Then about 3/4 of the way in the writer seems to lose interest in the case itself. The Italian was a little more difficult than Tabucchi's, perhaps. Or maybe it was the petering out of the narrative, which simply goes nowhere.

I'll never read 100 novels this year.